"Official Husband?" The guard following beside Qinghe looked calm, but in truth, his heart was racing.
Previously, the sudden incident was too urgent, and indeed revealed some clues.
Qinghe followed the footprints in the snow towards the direction of the rockery, and those hiding within couldn't help but hold their breath, watching as he stepped forward, seemingly about to head towards the rockery. But just then, from inside the rockery.
Prince Meng stepped out first.
"Hey, isn't this Qinghe Zhengjun?" Wearing a mask of a smiling face, Prince Meng was like a chameleon, instantly switching his image to a rakish scoundrel.
Those who could stay by Prince Meng's side were all his trusted confidants. Seeing Prince Meng step out from the rockery, they too followed in succession.
"Greetings to Qinghe Zhengjun!"
