A longsword reached into the carriage window, resting horizontally against his neck.
At the same time, a cold and murderous voice sounded from outside the carriage: "Say it again."
Meng Lang immediately backed down: "I'll go, I'll go tomorrow."
Chen Long sheathed his sword.
Meng Qianqian's lips curved slightly.
One thing overshadows another, indeed.
After getting off the carriage, Meng Lang returned to the courtyard in a huff.
Tan'er, exhausted from playing, yawned and went to sleep.
The little one had played all day at the Supreme Emperor's place and had used up all his energy, falling asleep deeply in Qing Shuang's arms.
Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan got off the carriage.
Chen Long looked Meng Qianqian up and down, seeing her unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's talk inside."
Lu Yuan gave Chen Long a look.
Chen Long noticed the shadow trailing in secret and intended to advance but was stopped by Meng Qianqian shaking her head.
