The horse carriage stopped, and Song Guo and Miao Zhu came from another carriage, holding a watermelon driven by Mo Chen.
Upon opening the carriage door,
"Your Highnesses, time for some watermelon. We just bought it from the roadside, freshly picked from the melon field, very fresh."
Song Guo's words had hardly fallen when he and Miao Zhu looked up, only to see four feet on the bed in the carriage room.
Judging by appearances, socks were messy, two feet up and two feet down...
Both Song Guo and Miao Zhu blushed furiously and quickly exited the carriage door.
"Mo Chen, why didn't you warn us?" Song Guo complained.
Mo Chen was puzzled, "Warn about what?"
Miao Zhu squatted down and whispered in Mo Chen's ear, "The Highnesses are doing that..."
Mo Chen said, "Don't talk nonsense, the Highnesses are playing chess."
He practiced martial arts, so naturally, his hearing was good; he couldn't have heard wrong.
