C227 No Choice

"Crown Prince!"

Zhao Qingyan turned around and saw that the mud had splashed on his clothes as he dismounted from his horse. The rain had already wet his entire body, and some of the messy hair stuck to his ears, adding to the panic and calmness on his face. Zhao Qingyan slowly bowed and greeted, "A Grand Scholar."

Bai Yutang looked behind him and guessed a few things, "Palace Lord Ran