Sang Jiang felt like she was being watched by a pair of eyes while she was still half asleep. She slowly opened her eyes and almost screamed when she saw the man in front of her.

"Little Jiang Jiang."

“Wei Qing!” Sang Jiang roared.

"What's wrong?" Wei Qing asked, looking hurt. "Aren't you afraid of me anymore?"

Sang Jiang: ...

What good will it do to be afraid of you? Can you take me home?

Wei Qing didn't act like an outsider at all. He walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and slowly asked, "Little Jiang Jiang, why did you become the princess of Xifeng?"

Sang Jiang sat up and gritted her teeth, saying, "The Grand Preceptor of Wei doesn't know?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Qing put down his cup and said with a smile, "If I already knew, would I still be asking you?"

Sang Jiang ignored her, pulled the blanket up, and said irritably, "Could the Grand Preceptor Wei please let me put on my clothes first?"

Wei Qing raised an eyebrow and slowly walked out.

Sang Jiang couldn't help but roll her eyes. This person must be seriously ill!

She got dressed and went out. When she opened the door, she saw Wei Qing leaning against the door waiting. As soon as he saw her come out, he turned around and looked at her.

"What exactly does the Imperial Preceptor Wei want with me?" Sang Jiang stood at the door, showing no intention of inviting him in.

Wei Qing tugged at his sleeve and looked at her: "The Emperor is looking for you."

“Oh.” Sang Jiang nodded.

Wei Qing glanced at her with slight surprise: "You don't want to go back?"

Sang Jiang: "They're all the same."

Indeed, it doesn't really matter to her where she is now; neither Dongchen nor Xifeng is her true home.

Wei Qing was slightly taken aback, and after a long while, he slowly nodded: "The Eighth Prince is looking for you. He is currently in Xifeng Kingdom. You can choose whether to go or stay."

Sang Jiang frowned slightly, and after a long while she nodded: "I understand."

Wei Qing was about to say something when he heard a steady footstep, so he immediately slipped away.

Just after he left, Nangong Jin appeared in the courtyard. He glanced at Sang Jiang, who was yawning, with surprise.

Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

Nangong Jin glanced at her and nodded: "I'll take you somewhere."

Sang Jiang's eyes lit up when she heard "going out": "Where to?"

Nangong Jin looked at her and smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when we get there."

"Oh." Sang Jiang nodded: "Is Su Su going?"

Hearing her words, Nangong Jin was taken aback. After thinking for a few seconds, he slowly said, "Go."

He didn't want Su Su to go, since she was pregnant, but he agreed in order to dispel Sang Jiang's initial surprise.

Sang Jiang: "Alright, when do we set off?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Jin's smile widened even more: "You should get ready first. I'll call you when I need to."

Sang Jiang looked down at herself, then looked up at Nangong Jin: "Am I doing fine?"

Nangong Jin nodded: "My sister is naturally the best, but she is not gorgeous enough. Chunhe, go and get my Nine-Colored Flame set for the princess to wear."

Chunhe's expression changed immediately upon hearing about the Nine-Colored Flame.

This nine-colored flame belonged to the Empress, and she intended it to be passed down only to her daughters-in-law. Now, Your Highness wants to give it to the Princess.

However, she could not question Nangong Jin and could only obey the order to retrieve the nine-colored flame.

Sang Jiang originally wanted to refuse, since she didn't like wearing so much jewelry, but seeing Chunhe's expression, she knew that the Nine-Colored Flame was definitely not simple, and it could probably fetch a lot of money if sold.

Nangong Jin, perhaps sensing his thoughts, slightly curved his lips into a smile...