The streets of Taiying were wide and majestic, and the surrounding buildings were equally grandiose. King of Han stood with his hands behind his back, standing on the road in front of the horse-drawn carriage, his eyes slightly lowered, his python robe glittering in the sunlight.
"Qianyun, you've been away from home for so long, and when you finally return, aren't you willing to greet your father?"
King of Han did not look at the carriage but simply faced the crowd indifferently as he spoke.
Zhu Qianyun's expression shifted slightly, struggling to stand up in the carriage, but Tang Wan gently held her down. Surprised, Qianyun turned her head and saw that Tang Wan appeared calm, shaking her head at her, and mouthed two words to her.
Don't rush.
"Knowing that your daughter is inside the carriage, why do you need armored soldiers to stop it?"
Liu Gong asked, not giving an inch.
