"Which one?"
"Can't tell, based on the age it's probably the ninth or twelfth prince. He probably came to receive you."
"Oh." Meng Fuyao smiled and waved at the boy, waiting on her horse. However, the boy did not stop, swiftly bypassing Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji along with his guards. When he crossed them, he glanced at them for a fleeting moment before turning back.
Meng Fuyao stared after him, shocked. She looked down and herself, then at Zhangsun Wuji, and pointed at her nose and asked, "Which part of me doesn't look like a lord?"
Zhangsun Wuji lifted his reins casually and remarked, "The world only sees the outside, not the inside, how tragic."
