The luxurious carriage drawn by eight white wolves was quite impressive. It was Mu Qianyue's first time riding such a carriage, and she leaned lightly against the soft mink cushion with her arms crossed over her chest.
The space inside the carriage was spacious, luxuriously decorated, and very comfortable.
"Master, have you seen Qiao Zixian?" Bing Yan asked from the side.
"The guards there are too strict; I didn't see Zixian, but Xuan'er did." Mu Qianyue looked up at him, sat straight, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, "Little Bingbing, you saw King Wuya today. Did he say anything?"
"No..." Bing Yan just started to speak when the carriage curtain was lifted, and a figure walked in without care. It was Ziya'er.
"Third Princess, why are you following us?" Bing Yan looked displeased at Ziya'er, who sat down directly next to him, swallowing the words that were about to come out.
