In the carriage, there were only pieces of fabric scattered on the floor and someone with a completely black face.
"Mo, Xiao, Qi!!" Mo Hanqing's angry roar came from the carriage.
Leng Liu, who was driving the car outside, suddenly trembled with fright. He quickly turned his head and asked inside through the car curtain: "Your Highness, what's wrong??"
“…”
However, the answer to him was silence.
After a long time, Mo Hanqing's cold voice came from the carriage: "Leng Liu."
"My subordinate is here." Leng Liu responded respectfully.
"Have you arrived at the palace?"
"If you want to go back to Your Highness, we have arrived." Leng Liu saw that the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion was right in front of him and quickly stopped the carriage.
"Go back and bring me a clean robe." Mo Hanqing said in a cold voice, his deep black eyes glowing with a cold light as he looked at the rags all over the carriage.
"Yes." After Leng Liu responded, he handed the reins of the carriage to the guard at the door, and then quickly flew towards the mansion.
After a while, Leng Liu rushed back with a clean robe.
He landed in front of the carriage and said respectfully: "Your Highness, I have brought the clean robes."
"Yes." In the carriage, Mo Hanqing responded lightly.
"Subordinate, please bring the robes in right now." Leng Liu said as he stretched out his hand to open the curtain of the carriage.
However, just as his fingers touched the silk car curtain, a strong internal force suddenly rushed out of the car. Leng Liu was caught off guard and was rushed far away by the strong internal force.
By the time he stabilized his steps and came to his senses, the robe in his hand had long since disappeared.
"Your Highness?" Leng Liu knelt in front of the carriage and looked at the carriage with doubtful eyes.
There was only a rustling sound of clothes being put on inside.
A moment later, Mo Hanqing's cold voice sounded again: "Only the robe? Where are the pants?"
"Uh... uh??"
Leng Liu suddenly looked at the carriage with a confused expression.
"Don't you understand me?" Mo Hanqing's cold voice seemed to float out of the cold weather.
"I understand, I will go now!!"
Leng Liu stood up in a hurry and ran towards the house again.
After lighting the incense, Mo Hanqing, who was neatly dressed, finally walked out of the carriage slowly with a livid face.
Leng Liu stood beside him with his head lowered. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the fabric scattered on the floor in the carriage, and couldn't help but smack his lips.
Unexpectedly, their master was injured and could still perform such exciting exercises... No wonder they didn't let him in just now...
"Where's Xiao Qi?" Mo Hanqing asked Leng Liu through gritted teeth.
"Qiqi Xiao... cough, uh... Xiao Qi has entered the house just now. She should have returned to the courtyard by now." Leng Liu replied with some uncertainty.
Mo Hanqing narrowed his deep eyes slightly, flicked his sleeves and robe and walked towards the palace of Prince Jing'an.
"Your Highness, Your Highness... the doctor is already waiting in the front hall." Leng Liu quickly followed behind Mo Hanqing, chasing him while muttering: "Your Highness, your injuries are important. There are some things you can wait for. Let’s do it again!!”
Mo Hanqing paused slightly, turned his head, looked at Leng Liu deeply, was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Really?"
If you want to take care of her, you can really wait until the injury heals.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Leng Liu nodded repeatedly.
That kind of exciting exercise won't be fun if you don't get injured!