Outside the gate of Jingzhou City, Yang Yiting and Meng Yuan stood hand in hand, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Xie family.
Xie Ming Yu, Leng Ao Shuang, and several secret guards from the Meng mansion stood behind him. Xie Ming Yu was always clear and elegant, beside him was the beautiful moon, Leng Ao Shuang, who stood like a snow lotus.
"They're here, they're here, Miss, your grandfather and the others..." Miss Xu shouted excitedly.
Looking at the approaching carriage procession, Yang Yiting also had a happy smile on her face.
Ever since he learned that Meng Tian Jue 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 Meng mansion, Yang Yiting's heart was still hanging in the air and never dared to relax.
