"I'll have a good talk with my younger sister tonight," Duanmu Xiaofa said with a smile.
"Hehehe..."
The laughter of the two old foxes was rather frightening.
The next morning, a luxurious carriage drawn by more than a dozen little white horses, each with a pair of wings, stopped outside the Cold Palace.
Beside it were over a hundred guards riding Flying Beasts and carrying spears, along with dozens of graceful maids in attendance. It really had the pomp of an empress leaving her palace.
Tang Wen pushed open the carriage door and had just climbed inside when Duanmu Furong gave him a contemptuous glance and shouted disdainfully, "Get out!"
"Aunt, your carriage is so big anyway. Let him ride with us," Duanmu Hongxiu said.
"What right does a country boy like him have to ride in my Palace Carriage? Get out!" Duanmu Furong was utterly scornful.
"Might!" Hearing this, the hundred-odd guards shouted in unison.
"It's only a carriage. If you don't want me riding in it, don't ride in mine in the future," Tang Wen sneered.
"What sort of vehicle could you possibly have? My Palace Carriage cost a billion taels of gold to build. Enough nonsense. Get out. Otherwise..." Duanmu Furong declared imperiously.
Tang Wen flicked his sleeve and stepped out of the carriage. He reached into his storage space, and a War Disc sprang out.
Beautiful music immediately rang out. The thing shone with seven-colored radiance, spun once, and floated gently down in front of Tang Wen.
The hatch slowly opened upward, and Tang Wen walked inside.
He slumped sideways into a luxurious Sofa Chair. A tall, long-legged beauty with skin as fair as jade and black stockings gently knelt before Tang Wen, leaning forward as she asked, "Master, your servant Meizi is here. What service