Outside the gate of Jingzhou City, Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan stood hand in hand, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Xie family.
Xie Mingyu, Leng Aoshuang, and several secret guards from the Xuan Palace stood behind him. Xie Mingyu was always clear and elegant, beside him was a beautiful moon, Leng Aoshuang, who stood like a snow lotus.
"It's here, it's here, Miss, the old lady and the others..." Madam Xu shouted excitedly.
Looking at the approaching carriage procession, Zhao Ling also had a happy smile on her face.
Ever since he learned that Meng Tianjue burned down Bishan Academy and ordered Xie's family to be intercepted along the way, although he believed in the ability of the secret guards of Xuanwang's mansion, Zhao Ling's heart was still hanging in the air and never let go.
