In front of the Mingxin Gate.
The large carriage of Wanyan Road quietly waited at the entrance, with several sturdy maidservants who rolled up their sleeves, revealing their muscular elbows, waiting for instructions from Wanyan Road.
People emerged one by one, group by group, each person noticing the spherical object waiting at the entrance.
Looking at the carriage and the servants, most people lowered their heads, not daring to look too much.
But Wanyan Road could still see traces of amusement in their fleeting glances.
"Why bother riding a carriage when you're so fat? Wouldn't rolling back be faster?" A sharp female voice floated from the side.
Wanyan Road remained motionless, as if she hadn't heard.
She recognized the voice as belonging to Penoylan, who was beside Sun Chaoyue.
Everyone was in the same circle; no one was lower than the other.
Seeing no reaction from her, Penoylan merely snorted coldly.
