My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Lu Zijia: "…" No, you don't understand.

Before Lu Zijia waved her hand to signal that there was no need, the shopkeeper asked someone to clear the area quickly first.

Those people who wanted to take the opportunity to build a relationship with Lu Zijia and the others were extremely unwilling to leave, but they were afraid that they would make Lu Zijia and the others unhappy, so they could only leave the trading company unwillingly.

However, after these people left the trading company, they didn't give up. Instead, they waited outside the trading company, trying to find an opportunity.

"Your Highness?"

An excited and happy voice suddenly sounded from the stairs on the second floor.

They looked over and saw a beautiful woman in a light yellow dress coming down the stairs anxiously. She looked at Duanmu Heng with deep affection.

Seeing Yao Meng, the shopkeeper suddenly remembered that there was such a big Buddha upstairs. A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

Before Yao Meng approached Duanmu Heng, the shopkeeper hurriedly went forward to stop her and said with a smile, "Miss Yao, our trading company will close early today. I will apologize to you here. I hope you can understand, Miss Yao."

The shopkeeper's attitude was polite, but Yao Meng ignored him completely and continued to stare at Duanmu Heng.

"Your Highness, are… are you alright?"

Yao Meng grabbed the handkerchief in her hand tightly with both hands, her eyes sad and affectionate.

Duanmu Heng originally thought that he would be very angry when he saw Yao Meng again, but now that he really saw her, he was very calm.

This might also be because he had never loved Yao Meng.

However, even if he didn't love Yao Meng, he had always respected her and had never mistreated her.

So, he had never thought that Yao Meng would betray him.

"I'm very good. Miss Yao, thank you," Duanmu Heng said coldly.

Seeing Yao Meng and Duanmu Heng's reactions, a hint of confusion flashed through Lu Zijia's eyes.

She remembered that Yao Meng was her cousin's princess consort, right? Why did he act like she was a stranger now? Did something happen during this period?

Hearing how Duanmu Heng addressed her, Yao Meng couldn't help feeling dejected. "Your Highness, are you blaming me?"

Duanmu Heng frowned and was about to speak, but Yao Meng beat him to it. "Your Highness, I didn't mean to divorce back then. I was forced. Your Highness, it's been so many years. I've never been able to let you go. Do you know how much I missed you?"

As she spoke, a layer of tears appeared in Yao Meng's beautiful almond-shaped eyes. The sadness in her eyes not only made people pity her.

Of course, only some people outside the trading company who didn't know anything felt pity for Yao Meng.

"Ah Yan, don't you think her dialogue sounds a bit familiar?" Lu Zijia looked at him and suddenly sent a voice transmission to her man.

The corners of Mu Tianyan's mouth curled up slightly and he replied via voice transmission, "That's how television dramas are played."

When he was in the mortal world, his wife was very obsessed with television dramas for a period of time. As the candidate for a good husband, he naturally watched them with his wife.

Lu Zijia showed a look of realization. "I was wondering. So I've seen it in TV dramas. I didn't expect there to be such a melodramatic scene in reality!"

Tsk, tsk, in the television dramas of the mortal world, Yao Meng was definitely a big white lotus flower!

"Right, right! The real version is much better than the TV series." The golden pagoda, which was watching with relish, echoed excitedly.