Lingwu Royal Mansion, the small courtyard is tranquil.
"Tsk tsk, it's truly unexpected. When I first traveled here, I was worried about my illegal identity. Now, I've moved into the Zhongjing Lingwu Royal Mansion."
Lu Zheng sat on the stone stool in the pavilion of the small courtyard, eating ice-chilled fruits stored in the mansion's cellar until summer, crossing one leg over the other, and leisurely said, "And I don't even have to regard this generation's Lingwu King."
Shen Ying found a crabapple, put it in her mouth, took a bite. Despite its sweetness, it carried quite a bit of sourness, causing her to shake her head, but she still "crunch, crunch" consumed the fruit, "Never mind the Lingwu Royal Mansion. With your Dao practice, even if you entered the palace for an audience, Emperor Jing must treat you with respect."
