Upon arriving at the Meng Family, Meng Mingde was the first to step down from the carriage.
Meng Anli emerged afterward, but she stood on the carriage shaft without getting down.
When she saw her three brothers standing at the entrance, she nearly failed to hold back her laughter.
She had seen Meng Liangmiao's gloomy aura before.
But why was Meng Zhao's face so pale? His lips were utterly bloodless, his eyes were webbed with red veins, and a gloomy air coiled around him as well.
Meng Xiuchen had one arm hanging limp, and there were still traces of lightning strikes on his body.
It was truly laughable.
There were quite a few people nearby. Clearly, they had invited people to watch the show—or rather, to spread the heartwarming tale of how they had brought her home.
The three had not yet adjusted their expressions upon seeing her when Guang Ling leaped down from behind Meng Anli and, upon spotting them, loudly mocked them without mercy.
"Meng Third Young Master, that's quite a distinctive look you've got."
Meng Xiuchen clenched his fists. Did they think he had been unconscious? Guang Ling had kicked three of his ribs broken, yet he still dared to come.
Meng Liangmiao spoke first. "The Dragon Crown Prince has graced our humble home with his presence. It truly brings splendor to our poor dwelling."
Guang Ling glanced at the gold-inlaid plaque. "Your residence hardly looks humble. Seeing how frugal Anli was at the academy, I thought her family lived in a thatched hut at the foot of some remote mountain."
The expressions of the four Meng men changed.
Meng Mingde's chest faintly ached with anger.
Was this matter of money never going to end?
He looked toward the crowd of onlookers and gave Meng Liangmiao a