Mr. Zi Wu yawned, "Calling me here so late, this had better be an urgent matter of great importance."
Meng Qianqian replied politely, "Forgive me for disturbing you, sir. As you said, the matter is indeed quite pressing."
Mr. Zi Wu said, "I like how you speak."
Lu Yuan scoffed, "Still not tired of coming down the mountain?"
Mr. Zi Wu shot him a glare.
Meng Qianqian gently squeezed Lu Yuan's hand under her wide sleeve. Without reacting, Lu Yuan glanced at the sky, then clasped her hand in return as he sat down in the chair.
Mr. Zi Wu took a sip of tea, "Toothache!"
Meng Qianqian explained Gongsun Yanming entering the palace to meet His Majesty, "Your Majesty hasn't accepted it for now, but Gongsun Yanming doesn't intend to give up easily. Tomorrow, he plans to have Gongsun Liuying enter the palace to take your pulse. Once Gongsun Liuying diagnoses the cold poison within you, your identity will no longer be hidden."
