More than a month has already passed, but there was no news of Lóng Wei, Li Hua, Qiu Qizhen, and Feng Lao. Xiaoming put the bamboo slip on the table and tilted his head to look at Sun Fuguo.
"Tell the Queen I will see her at the lunch table," Xiaoming said.
Sun Fuguo bowed and left the imperial court.
"What could be the reason that he is still not here? I hope he and others are safe and sound," Xiaoming murmured.
The large mahogany doors of the court opened and Xiaoming looked in that direction. A smile formed on his lips as he saw the familiar face before him.
"Lóng Wei!" Xiaoming rose to his feet and quickly came down.
Lóng Wei stopped and bowed to the King. "Greetings to Your Majesty." He brought his hands to her shoulders length and bowed to him. Lóng Wei lifted his head and gazed at Xiaoming before lowering his hands.
