The Lady Anping seemed to recall something beautiful, and her face showed a bit of desire. "Have you forgotten, that year we were at the Taiyuan Academy to learn the piano with the Master. At that time, I couldn't play this tune well, so the Master asked you to play with me and learn your skills. A-Yuan, you …"
As soon as she uttered those two words, Meng Yuan's face instantly turned cold, and he threw the tea bowl he was about to drink to where she was sitting. With a banging sound, the celadon tea bowl fell under her feet and shattered to the ground.
"Who allowed you to call me by that name?!" Meng Yuan's eyes could freeze into ice when he looked at Lady Anping. "This king came to see you, not to listen to your nonsense. If there is nothing else, you can go."
