Zhen Shanci being able to recognize her was one thing, after all, the original host often accompanied her mother to offer incense.
But how could this fake Shanci recognize her? The original host had not visited Fahua Temple in the past two years.
Could it be that he had seen her before becoming a fake monk?
However, these were all speculations, and the real truth could only be revealed by the person involved.
And it seemed the Fake Abbot was convinced that Bai Junjun was destined to die today; he did not mind enlightening her before her death, thus he smirked with satisfaction.
"You probably don’t know that there has long been a Decree of Execution issued against the Noble Lady of The First Shi Clan, Bai Junjun. I did not wish to cause trouble initially, but since you insisted on coming to me, you can only blame yourself," he said.
"A Decree of Execution?"
Bai Junjun raised an eyebrow. She was not such an essential figure; why was her death necessary?
Moreover, strictly speaking, besides those noble daughters from her younger days, she hadn’t offended any significant power, had she?
Now that the country was in chaos, aside from these daughters hiding and weeping in their parents’ arms, who would have the time to bother with her?
Thus, the issuer of the Decree of Execution was definitely not those noble daughters.
In this world, the only one who would benefit from her death was Yuwen Jun.
Could it be... Had Yuwen Jun ordered the Decree of Execution against her?
The man, unaware of Bai Junjun’s speculation, continued to laugh incessantly, "Blame yourself for being a femme fatale; in your next life, try not to provoke those you shouldn’t."
"???" Bai Junjun was perplexed.
Whom had she provoked and annoyed? It was as if she was blocking Yuwen Jun’s path to wealth.
"Are you one of Yuwen Jun’s men?" Bai Junjun asked directly, not beating around the bush.
The man was taken aback, but soon laughed again, "What if I am, what if I’m not?"
"I’m about to die, won’t you let me die with a clear understanding?"
Bai Junjun was still bargaining when the fake monk finally realized something was amiss.
His Soul-Dissolving Powder was extremely toxic; ordinary people couldn’t last this long, yet this girl still managed to talk incessantly and ask so many questions.
The fake monk concentrated and glanced at her, noticing that the wound on Bai Junjun’s cheek had changed from dark to normal red at some point and was even healing somewhat.
The fake monk was greatly shocked.
"You... you’re not poisoned?"
Bai Junjun blinked innocently, "Since you’ve noticed, perhaps we can switch our roles slightly."
Saying this, Bai Junjun swiftly revealed the Vermilion Demon.
"???" Completely shocked, the fake monk, bound tightly, could not utter a word or run away.
Leisurely, Bai Junjun used the Vermilion Demon to trace a circle on the fake monk’s face, causing a human skin mask to sloppily peel off and fall.
The face of Shanci had morphed into someone else.
Bai Junjun was somewhat surprised.
Shanci had a round head and large ears, while this man had hollow cheeks. To compensate for this discrepancy, he had padded the mask with some gel, indeed going out of his way to craft a mask so lifelike that it bore no sign of incongruity.
After admiring her handiwork, Bai Junjun leisurely said, "If you tell me why the Fifth Prince had to impersonate Yuwen Jun to kill me, I might consider letting you go."
Upon hearing Bai Junjun’s words, the fake monk’s pupils trembled before he spoke, "Who... who told you it was the Fifth Prince, I don’t know anything about any Fifth Prince."
Bai Junjun raised her hand and lightly touched the wound on her cheek, squinting at him, "Stop pretending, Shanci has already told me everything."
The Decree of Execution was probably the Fifth Prince’s masterstroke, designed merely to provide Yuwen Jun with a substantial reason to travel south.
The fake monk intended to keep the Fifth Prince’s actions secret, but he had miscalculated considering that the real monk was in her hands.
The fake monk’s eyes widened.