As soon as he entered the city, Changdong made a report outside the car. "Master, Master Lu and General Feng are here to take you into the palace."
Meng Yuan frowned when he heard Feng Ze was there, showing displeased expression, and responded lightly. "Ok."
He snorted inwardly. Hmph, obviously he came to greet this king, but he actually came to see Ling'er. Feng Ze, this person was really haunted.
Seeing that he didn't move for a while, Zhao Ling pushed him helplessly, "A-Yuan, get out of the carriage."
Meng Yuan took her hand and looked at her reluctantly.
Zhao Ling rolled her eyes at him angrily, and had to lift the curtain by herself, jumped out of the carriage, then took the wheelchair prepared by Changdong, and helped Meng Yuan, who was displeased and deliberately slow, into the wheelchair.
