Dark clouds covered the sky, and the sky gradually darkened. The mountains and the rain were about to come and the wind was full of buildings. It seemed that the sky was about to change.
Meng Yuan stood outside the empty Funing Hall, the wind blew up his wide robe sleeves, and a few strands of silver threads flew backwards around his ears, making him look like a fairy.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked down the steps, slowly isolating the noise in the Funing Hall from behind him.
Not far away, Yan Mo, the commander of the dark guard, hurried towards him and reported: "My lord, the fourth prince is being escorted into Beijing by the dark guard, and has already arrived at the city gate."
Meng Yuan nodded without stopping. He had long known that Meng Tianjue's life was not long, and that Meng Tianlin was called by him by sending someone to Tianshan.
