Lingxiao saw the man in white who had come with Zuo Zixi, his expression remaining unchanged.
Bai Fengyu?
He really is Prince Ru?
Bai Fengyu smiled and spoke first, "Marquis Zhongyuan's Heir, it's been a long time. Are you well?"
"I never would have thought Young Master Bai was actually Prince Ru," Lingxiao said with a smile. "Truly, I've been unable to recognize greatness before me."
"There are many things the Princely Heir has yet to think of," Bai Fengyu, dressed in white and sitting on a white horse, appeared as if a celestial being had descended, looking down at Lingxiao from his elevated position.
This feeling made Lingxiao very uncomfortable.
He mounted his horse and said to Zuo Zixi, "Prince Ru, General Zuo, let us proceed to the palace first."