Zhangsun Wuji lifted a brow. "Is the Taoist priest better looking than the nun?"
Meng Fuyao laughed, thinking, 'The Crown Prince is swamped with work, yet he remembers the dirty jokes I told Lord Yuan Bao.' She turned and saw a drenched Lord Yuan Bao staring at her resentfully.
Meng Fuyao sat up and gazed down from the mountains and wondered, "How strange, why is the distance between them increasing?"
Zhangsun Wuji calmly combed Lord Yuan Bao's fur and replied carelessly, " The imperial gardens are a forbidden segment of Lingzhu Mountain. The commoners cannot enter and know that full well. However, there remains the possibility that some lord or envoy might have accidentally stumbled in while hunting and touring."
Meng Fuyao blinked, and it dawned upon her suddenly. "Zhan Beiye?"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "And that famous little tail."
"Did Zhuzhu come too?" Meng Fuyao remarked happily. "All us fools have gathered once more."
