Sang Yun led her into the inn.

The waiter greeted the two men with exceptional enthusiasm: "Would you two gentlemen like to stay at the inn?"

Sang Yun nodded: "Two guest rooms, next to each other." After saying that, he glanced at Yang Liu's wet and still dripping clothes and added: "While you're at it, send this girl a set of clothes, put it on my tab."

The waiter nodded: "Alright, please follow me."

After leading the two to the room door, the waiter tactfully left.

Sang Yun looked at Yang stiffly and said, "Well, you should get some rest. If you need anything, just call me from next door."

Yang Liu nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed, knelt down, and kowtowed to Sang Yun: "Thank you, young master. I will remember your great kindness."

"Get up quickly, what are you doing?" Sang Yun hurriedly pulled her up: "Don't think so much, get some rest."

"Mm." Yang Liu nodded, turned around, and walked into her room, glancing back every three steps.

As soon as the door closed, Yang Liu's expression of pain and gratitude vanished.

She exhaled, sat down at the table, poured herself a glass of water, and slowly drank it. An emperor had left, and a simpleton had arrived, but it seemed quite alright.

Thinking about it, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

Sang Jiang, I'm afraid she'll never come back...

...

Xifeng Kingdom.

With her eyes closed, Sang Jiang instructed Chunhe to rub against her body for a while.

After she finished getting ready, Sang Jiang groggily opened her eyes. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror and thought, "Hmm, not bad."

"Is it all done?" Sang Jiang turned to look at Chun He.

Chunhe nodded: "Please come with me, young lady."

"Ah~" Sang Jiang stretched and made a final attempt to resist: "Can I not go?"

Xia He frowned and shook her head at her: "No! That won't do!"

After spending time with her, she discovered that Sang Jiang wasn't at all what she had imagined, and she was starting to like her more and more, what should she do? *sobs*

Sang Jiang pouted and resignedly followed behind her.

When the two arrived at the main hall of the Crown Prince's residence, Zhao Lianyan and Consort Su were already there.

Zhao Lianyan showered Su Liangdi with concern and care, while Su Liangdi awkwardly smiled, looking uncomfortable.

"Greetings, Consort Su, Your Highness." Sang Jiang bowed respectfully to the two of them.

After all, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

"Miss Sang, please get up quickly."

Sang Jiang nodded.

Then Zhao Lianyan engaged in a series of feigned exchanges with the two of them.

Sang Jiang sat there irritably listening, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the eunuch's chant.

It's finally over.

"The Emperor has arrived! Consort Xian has arrived! His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"

Seeing the group of people kneeling down, Sang Jiang also knelt down.

As she looked down, she saw two hems of clothing, one yellow and one red, flash past in front of her.

Everyone shouted in unison: "Your Majesty, Consort Xian, and Your Highness the Crown Prince are greeted by your humble servants."

"Get up, everyone."

His voice was extremely deep and resonant; judging from his voice, he must have been over forty years old.

Sang Jiang got up with the others, but didn't dare to look up.

"Everyone, please don't be shy, it's just a family dinner. Please sit down." Then came a woman's voice, very authoritative, which sounded intimidating.

Sang Jiang quietly raised her eyes and looked at the two of them. Just then, the Emperor also looked at her, and their eyes met.

Sang Jiang was startled and quickly lowered her head to sit down with the others.