Seeing Zhuang Wei bow toward the carriage, Pei Zhan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, froze.
He lifted his head, several faint trails of sweat sliding down his forehead. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end only pressed his dry, cracked lips together.
Was it really Prince Zhen Nan inside the carriage? How was that possible?
Could it be that Zhuang Wei had mistaken him for someone else?
Though he wanted to remind Zhuang Wei that it was impossible for Prince Zhen Nan to be in the carriage, Pei Zhan still sensibly kept silent at this moment. He wanted to see what Zhuang Wei intended to do next.
