But her gaze kept drifting to Xu Yanli from time to time.
The convoy slowly came to a stop outside the gates of Ming Capital.
It wasn't that they had to undergo an inspection. The road ahead was completely blocked.
Seeing the scene, Xu Yanli slowly put on his mask, covering most of his face in an instant.
It seemed his Crown Prince brother had considerable power. He'd somehow learned of their return so quickly.
"B-Boss, why are you wearing a mask?" Tang Ling asked, looking nervously at Xu Yanli.
Xu Yanli smiled but said nothing.
Tang Ling seemed to realize something. He leaned out to take a look, then froze.
The area by the city gate was packed with people. At the very front stood ranks of fully armed Imperial Guards, their imposing presence truly awe-inspiring.
Behind the Imperial Guards stood a sea of civil and military officials in robes of every color, at least a hundred of them.
Farther back, crowds of onlookers surrounded the gates, packed together so tightly that not even a drop of water could get through.
At the very front of the crowd stood an exquisite wheelchair, with someone seated in it.
The man wore a black brocade robe. He was rather handsome, but his features held a cold, somewhat effeminate air that made him look like no good person.
It was Xu Tianran, Crown Prince of the Sun Moon Empire and Xu Yanli's Imperial Brother.
A helpless look flickered through Xu Yanli's eyes. He still needed to use his identity as the Pavilion Master of Xiaoyao Pavilion. Wouldn't having so many people here make his disguise harder to maintain?
After all, he'd avoided public events whenever he could. When he couldn't, he'd worn a mask.
He'd better make sure the mask was secure.