A'll of a sudden, the emperor became more pleasant.
Zhao Ling was really unable to vomit, if not, she would have vomited blood. Your Majesty, do you have schizophrenia? That was so scary, do you think it was funny?
At this moment, the maid who was serving outside the hall came to report again: "Reporting to the emperor, Lord Xuan is outside to see you."
Why was he back again? Zhao Ling thought in confusion. Emperor Ming just woke up. Did he hear about the news so soon?
Emperor Ming smiled knowingly. "Announce him in."
In the flickering candlelight, a man who was as cold as jade but with a tight face shook his wheelchair and slowly entered the hall. Although he was dressed in black, he was depressed and gloomy, but in Zhao Ling's eyes, he was still arrogant, brilliant and dazzling.
Meng Yuan pushed the wheelchair and slowly stopped in front of the dragon bed.
