Zheng Nianru got into the carriage without showing any emotion and sat down on the soft cushion beside Zheng Congyuan.
Was this anger? Court affairs? What disaster had happened again? Or were the factions within the court too outrageous in their alliances?
Fu Dong glared fiercely at Qi Zhu, what kind of situation was this, making her ride outside the carriage too?
Qi Zhu quickly bowed, Miss, please get on quickly, didn't you see that they're angry?
"Drive—" The servant driving the carriage was very experienced, driving fast and steady, and circled around the large troop heading towards the leading group at the forefront.
Zheng Nianru thought for a while but couldn't figure out what could be troubling Zheng Congyuan at this time, as he was still the Crown Prince revered by the ministers.
