No matter how obedient he was, Ping Yongjia was unconvinced when he heard the reason, wondering why he had to take the risk.
Yet, he was the latest disciple on Shenmo Peak, so he couldn't shun away from the responsibility.
He left the courtyard indignantly and made his way to the front gate of the Scenery Garden. Soon after, he came back while holding Nan Wang's hand.
In fact, he didn't actually hold her hand. He was holding up her wrist with his raised right hand and hunched back like a servant.
He had stayed in the royal palace of Zhaoge City and the royal city of the Underworld over the years, and had seen the demeanor of eunuchs day in and day out. As such, he couldn't help but behave the same way out of fear that day.
Nan Wang walked nonchalantly with her chest pushed out and her eyes staring straight ahead, looking truly like a royal dowager.