Seeing Xia Yunzhao suddenly appear here,
Prince Mu was instantly at a loss for words.
The old butler hadn't told him that it was the Seventh Princess, who was about to succeed to the throne, who had come.
If it had been just the night watchman, let alone a Fourth Grade, even if it had been a Third or Second Grade, or even the commander of the night watchmen himself, he wouldn't have been afraid.
But the appearance of Xia Yunzhao here meant something entirely different; behind her stood her father, Xia Xuanmin.
Xia Huangmu's narrow eyes swept over the group. He saw the little Taoist carrying Xu Qian, but now was not the time to hold him accountable.
Instead, he looked at the Seventh Princess with a sinister and resentful expression.
