Mo Yang's tone was still calm, "I have no official position, I'm just a businessman."

When Prime Minister Zhao heard this, he became even more angry. Even a low-level merchant did not salute him, "Does this young master look down on the people of Xixia Kingdom? He didn't even salute him when he saw his true appearance?"

Hearing this, Bei Yeying said with an angry look on his face: "Moyang is my distinguished guest, and I am not willing to let Moyang salute you. Could Prime Minister Zhao's words mean that Prime Minister Zhao is more noble than me?" ?”

This is also a wonderful thing to say. If Prime Minister Zhao says yes, doesn’t it mean that his status is higher than that of the royal family of Beiye Kingdom? This is simply contempt for Beiye Kingdom; if he says no, then he will consider himself His status is lower than that of King Anqing

"I'm being rude." Prime Minister Zhao is also smart, neither saying yes nor saying no.

"I am exhausted after coming from a long distance. I wonder if I can go to the inn?"

"I was negligent. Please follow me, King Anqing."

"Didn't Prime Minister Zhao prepare a soft sedan for me? Why haven't you come yet?" Bei Yeying pretended to be puzzled and looked around.

"Didn't King Anqing just say that he was not used to riding in a sedan chair?" Prime Minister Zhao's brows wrinkled imperceptibly.

"Since it was prepared by Prime Minister Zhao, I'd better not refuse. Also, I'd like to trouble Prime Minister Zhao to prepare a sedan for two people to ride together. I want to ride with Mo Yang."

"Come here, prepare the sedan" Prime Minister Zhao said stiffly, the smile no longer appeared on his face, he was furious in his heart, Bei Yeying was deliberately playing tricks on him!

"Thank you, Prime Minister Zhao," Bei Yeying said with a smile. He dared to provoke him and Mo Yang. What is unforgivable is that he dared to demand Mo Yang's gift!

After a while, the sedan arrived, and everyone got on the sedan. In the end, of course, Bei Yeying and Mo Yang's sedans were in the front, and Prime Minister Zhao's sedan was in the back.

After Prime Minister Zhao got on the sedan, his face turned pale immediately and his fists were clenched. His forbearance just now had reached the extreme.

"Chaoyang City is indeed a good place." Bei Yeying looked at the scenery outside the sedan from time to time.

Mo Yang was silent, holding up her hands and leaning on the wall of the sedan, feeling sleepy. She was a little tired after riding in a bumpy carriage for a day.

Bei Yeying asked with concern: "Moyang, you look very bad today. Are you sick?"

"I'm fine," Mo Yang said, adding, "As long as you don't disturb me."

"I'll ask the doctor to take a look at you when we get to the inn," Bei Yeying said worriedly. He was already accustomed to Mo Yang's indifference.

"No need," Mo Yang said impatiently. She is also half a doctor herself.

"No, it must be, how can you not cherish yourself..."

"I said no, if you say another nonsense, I will go back to Beiye Country immediately." Her temper is not very good now, don't mess with her.
Chapter completed!