Yongle lazily stretched out his legs, occupying the entire space inside the carriage.
With crossed arms, he hummed, "Why can't I be here?"
Yun Nian: …
"Climb in, or do I need to invite you?"
Yun Nian: … This is my carriage, thank you.
Please use civilized language.
Yun Nian entered the carriage and glanced at the cramped space due to the addition of another person.
She said, "Princess, could you please put away your restless long legs and make some room for me?"
This pleased Yongle, who lowered her long legs from the seat and shifted her body, complaining, "This carriage is old and small. Can't you at least afford a larger one with the generous dowry you received from the Yun family?"
Yun Nian corrected her expressionlessly, "The dowry I received is mine, not Yun family's. My humble carriage cannot accommodate a princess like you. You may disembark."
Yongle snorted and leisurely leaned against the carriage, glancing at the aged Zhang father outside.