Li Chongjun looked at Li Lingyue, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions.
He had held this aunt in awe since childhood. She was his imperial grandmother's legitimate daughter, a figure who could turn the clouds and rain of court politics at will, someone even his father, Li Xian, treated with the utmost courtesy.
"Aunt."
He spoke softly by way of greeting.
Li Lingyue did not answer. Her brows remained tightly knitted.
The old man at the head of the group watched this exchange and suddenly smiled.
"No wonder. No wonder..."
He shook his head and looked at Lu Changfeng, a note of admiration in his voice. "I'm very curious. How did you recognize Chongjun?"
Lu Changfeng thought to himself, That one remark tells me he's royalty too-and of no low seniority!
His expression remained unchanged as he replied mildly, "I merely never forget what I see. I remember the build, features, and eyes of people I've met rather clearly."
The old man nodded slightly. Whether he believed him was impossible to tell.
Lu Changfeng looked at him and spoke slowly. "What business do you have blocking our path?"
The old man smiled. "Can't you guess?"
Lu Changfeng rambled evasively. "How am I supposed to guess? Perhaps the Deposed Crown Prince wants to see his aunt and renew their family bonds? Or perhaps he wants to ask the Princess to put in a good word with Prince Xian?"
Prince Xian was the title Li Xian had received after abdicating.
A black-clad man beside them lost patience and snapped, "Stop wasting words with him! Hand over the Tomb Map!"
Lu Changfeng and Li Lingyue were inwardly startled. Just as they had suspected!
These people truly had eyes and hands that reached the heavens!
On second thought, though, it was hardly surprising. These