Her words stunned not only Sang Yan but also Sang Yun. He never imagined that Yang Liu, who looked so clean and pure like a piece of white jade, would be this kind of person.

Sang Yan really didn't expect that Yang Liu, whether in terms of her overall demeanor or appearance, looked like a clean and tidy young lady from a wealthy family who had fallen on hard times.

Of those present, only Long Jingyu had never met Yang Liu, and he had no interest in meeting her.

He just stared at Sang Jiang for a long time before speaking: "In that case, let's go back to Dongchen first. We can't stay here any longer. Jiang Jiang, take care. Write to me anytime if anything happens."

His call of "Jiang Jiang" stunned Sang Jiang. She subconsciously looked up and fell into a pair of clear eyes. Sang Jiang felt her heart tremble and her heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

She quickly looked away from the man's eyes, lowered her head, and said with slightly reddened earlobes, "I understand, thank you, Eighth Prince."

Sang Yan is currently immersed in the pain of parting, while Sang Yun is immersed in the anger and guilt of being deceived and bringing her enemy home.

For a moment, neither the brother nor sister noticed anything amiss.

"Fourth Sister..." Sang Yan stood up and hugged Sang Jiang tightly.

Sang Jiang was stunned for a moment before hugging her back.

Sang Yan's feelings for her mostly come from her past life, so the current Sang Jiang doesn't actually have much feeling for Sang Yan.

Sang Yun also temporarily put aside his thoughts. He looked at Sang Jiang with reluctance and said, "Fourth sister, take care. I hope you can return to Dongchen one day."

Sang Jiang smiled. She neither agreed nor refused the offer. She was now a princess, and if she returned to Dongchen, she would probably be either taken prisoner or forced into a marriage alliance.

Long Jingyu looked at Sang Yun: "Then let's go first. I'll take Jiang Jiang to the palace gate and then catch up with you."

Sang Yun hesitated. He was about to say that they wanted to see Sang Jiang off together, but he gave in to Long Jingyu's gaze and nodded: "Okay."

Sang Jiang couldn't help but chuckle at his angry yet resentful expression: "I'll see you off. I'll take you to the city gate and then return to the palace."

Long Jingyu glanced at her and said, "That's fine too."

That way, we can probably spend more time together.

The four of them left the inn together. Since Dongchen had something to do, they decided to ride horses in order to save time. Sang Jiang and Sang Yan couldn't ride horses, so Long Jingyu and Sang Yun had to take them.

Sang Yan glanced at Long Jingyu and silently walked up to her brother.

Although the Eighth Prince was exceptionally handsome, she didn't believe her family was capable of controlling him, and her background meant that even if she were with the Eighth Prince, she would only ever be a concubine.

Her own mother was a concubine, and she knew the life of a concubine well. So from a young age, she secretly decided that she would rather marry into a not-so-wealthy family as the principal wife than marry into a wealthy family as a concubine.

Sang Jiang glanced at the two of them and walked to Long Jingyu's side: "I may have to trouble the Eighth Prince to give me a ride."

Long Jingyu was delighted to see this, and as soon as Sang Jiang finished speaking, he reached out his hand to her.

Sang Jiang looked down at the hand with its distinct knuckles. The palm was covered with thick calluses from years of wielding swords and spears, but this did not detract from its beauty; on the contrary, it added a touch of heroism.

She placed her small hand in his large palm, and Long Jingyu gently pulled her close to him...