"You?!" Zhu Cheng could hardly believe his eyes. Looking at Zhu Yu, dressed in a Taoist robe and bowing to him, his already round eyes opened to the extreme, almost popping out of their sockets. "How can you be here?!"
Zhu Yu was mentally prepared for this. With her understanding of Zhu Cheng's personality, as the daughter sent by imperial decree to marry in Jin Country, she should never step foot on Shuo Country's soil again, lest she brings trouble to Shuo Country.
Sure enough, before she could explain, Zhu Cheng's face darkened. He glanced suspiciously at Yan Daoxin next to him, seemingly thinking that whatever the case of Zhu Yu mingling with the Taoists of Shanqing Temple, he ultimately had to give this Divine Doctor some respect.
"Steward, it's not early anymore, arrange meals for the Taoists and have them delivered, don't let our honored guests go hungry." He suppressed the rising anger and turned to instruct the steward outside the door.
