"Bring us some tea, Zhao Qian," Long Yang ordered Zhao Qian.
Zhao Qian immediately went out.
"Have a seat, Grand Duke," Long Yang then turned and said to Lu Hetian.
Seeing that there were so many people here, Lu Hetian decided that Long Yang would not dare to do anything indecent to Weiwei and finally relaxed.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
While Long Yang was serving Lu Hetian tea, there was suddenly the sound of cheering in the hall.
Both of them looked over only to see that a bird had appeared on Lu Liangwei's hand, which had been holding the handkerchief before this.
Even Zhao Qian could not help being amazed. "How did you do it, Second Miss?"
Lu Liangwei winked. "Take a guess." While talking to Zhao Qian, she noticed that Wanyan Zhi, who had been burying his face in Long Qingzhi's arms, was staring straight at the yellow bird in her hand with one eye.
