"Prince," Fu Dong turned around and saw Prince Duan; he immediately knelt and saluted, glancing nervously at Zheng Nianru beside him.
Zheng Nianru turned her head and saw the furious Prince Duan. At the same time, Zheng Haoyuan felt even more uneasy and moved aside, reluctantly letting go of the hem of Zheng Nianru's robe that he had been clutching.
"Father, what brings you here?" Zheng Nianru got up and walked toward Prince Duan. After her marriage, her contact with Prince Duan had become much more frequent than at this time.
"Greetings to the Imperial Uncle." Zheng Haoyuan saluted formally, not daring to be careless.
