"You, you, you… you brat..."
Du Nu was so angry he stammered, almost blurting out Meng Lang's name.
Luckily, he wasn't entirely brainless and realized that he and the Princess Consort were secretly leaving the capital, so it was best not to create a scene.
He gritted his teeth, forcibly swallowing the words that were about to burst out.
Mo Yi naturally recognized the person as well.
But the other's absurd behavior had already gathered a crowd of onlookers eager for entertainment.
He gave the coachman a signal with his eyes.
The coachman understood, got off the horse, and approached Meng Lang, bending over and politely asking, "Young sir, are you alright?"
Meng Lang opened one eye: "You knocked me down, do you think I'm alright?"
The coachman was stunned: "No... you fell down on your own, and now you claim we knocked you?"
