"Unless he is not Meng Tian!" Yun Qingwu frowned again at this point in time as she stretched her hand out to get her teacup before she realized that it was already cold.
"Young Lord, you think so too?" Lin Yu saw Yun Qingwu's actions and quickly ran to the table. He poured away the cold water from the teacup and refilled the teacup with the hot water from the kettle.
Yun Qingwu did not bother reaching for the water. She stood up slowly and took a few steps out of the palace.
Upon seeing this, Lin Yu followed her.
Meanwhile, Yun Qingwu stopped in front of the door of the palace and looked at the hazy sky.
"It's just a guess." Yun Qingwu's voice was not loud but there was a tinge of sigh.
"In order to confirm my guess, I have to make a trip to the Northern Mountain Village." Although Lin Yu did not know Yun Qingwu for a very long time, he could already somewhat read Yun Qingwu's mind.
Fang Zhengzhi!
