I thought no one would be encountered, allowing for a quiet journey home, but ahead, there was a vehicle parked.
Next to the vehicle, a monk stood guard; the person inside needed no guessing.
Huai Fu Yueming patted the woman's small backside and set her down.
The whole way, Mi Yao had been cheerful, ceaselessly clinging to him and acting coquettishly. She did not expect to run into anyone, but when she clearly saw the carriage ahead, her little face flushed entirely red.
Why were there people here?
Just now… he had been carrying her down the mountain in his arms…
She clung to his waist and abdomen like a child…
Thinking about that scene, now seen by others, she wished she could burrow into a hole and hide.
"President Huangfu, Lady Mi, our King wishes to meet you," the monk spoke.
The King?
The revered King of Tianshan?
