Qiao Mu coldly turned her head around, shooting her gaze at the king who was furiously charging over.
The king was also followed by a Daoist priest around 40 years old who possessed a lucid temperament. Dressed in a cyan robe, it seemed as if the demeanor of a transcendent being was lingering about him.
While wiping his head of sweat, Gong Chang'an trailed behind them subserviently with quick steps. In addition to the king, the crown prince, as well as their retinue of civil and military officials, also strode over rapidly.
"Qiao Mu greets the king." After curtsying with a lukewarm expression, Qiao Mu naturally wasn't going to make herself suffer, so she promptly stood up straight again before the king could even say anything.
"You!" The king was enraged, but before he could speak further, the crown prince had already flitted to the crown prince consort with a flash.
