Hearing Murongyan's question suddenly, Zhao Ling's heart moved. Have they been discovered?
But the next moment, she realized that she was thinking too much.
Another footstep sounded from the back of the rockery. The footsteps were heavy and slow. Zhao Ling could even feel the anger hidden in the footsteps.
"What are you doing here?" a low voice asked, not very kind.
Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan looked at each other. The two immediately heard it, it was Wanyanping's voice.
After a moment of silence, I heard Murong Yan's somewhat disinterested voice. "It's a little stuffy in the hall, the concubine came here to breathe."
"Is it boring, or is there someone I don't want to see?" Wanyan Ping stared at her with a bit of coldness in her voice.
