With just one glance, Sang Jiang understood his meaning. She tightened her grip on the reins and subconsciously moved forward a little to make room for Long Jingyu.

Just as the group reached the three-way intersection, he suddenly and unexpectedly mounted his horse.

By the time everyone realized what was happening, he had already run quite a distance with Sang Jiang.

Sang Jiang nervously held onto the reins tightly the whole way, while Long Jingyu, as if deliberately teasing her, deliberately increased the speed.

The two walked for an unknown distance until they reached a small river. Long Jingyu pulled on the reins, dismounted, and looked at Sang Jiang: "Are you hungry?"

He hadn't really felt hungry until he mentioned mulberry and ginger, but now that he did, he was actually quite hungry.

Sang Jiang nodded. She also wanted to dismount, but gave up when she saw the height.

Long Jingyu chuckled and reached out to pick her up.

She looked around and saw that there wasn't even a wild fruit in the area, let alone an inn. What could she possibly eat?

Long Jingyu seemed to have read her mind, and he took Sang Jiang's wrist and led her to the riverbank.

"Fish!" Sang Jiang exclaimed excitedly, forgetting that Long Jingyu was still holding her wrist.

Long Jingyu glanced at her and a smile also appeared on his lips.

Sang Jiang pulled her wrist out of his hand, squatted down, and scooped it into the water.

The fish would swim away as soon as she put her hand in, and after a few times, she lost interest.

She sat dejectedly by the river, basking in the sun, her little feet swinging from side to side.

Long Jingyu chuckled as he looked at her. He reached out, picked up a nearby branch, and tossed it into the river with a slight effort. The stick stuck perfectly into the ground.

Inside the belly of a fish, the fish was still struggling violently, while the other fish scattered in fright.

Sang Jiang's eyes widened immediately.

She stood up, walked over, lifted her shoes, and waded into the river, skirt in hand.

Long Jingyu looked at her, somewhat dazed. She'd already gone inside?

Shoes… His eyes unconsciously moved towards Sang Jiang’s feet.

The woman's feet were small, and because they hadn't seen the sun for many years, they appeared particularly fair and delicate. Her toenails were like ten seashells, with a faint pinkish tinge.

She actually took off her shoes right in front of him?

Sang Jiang picked up the fish, grabbed the wooden stick, and walked out. She smiled and waved the fish in her hand at Long Jingyu: "Eighth Prince, look!"

Long Jingyu looked up at her in response. The girl's eyes were curved in a smile, and her red lips, which were painted with something, shimmered in the sunlight.

He was so distracted by her that he was momentarily lost in thought.

She naturally had good self-control, but she never expected that he would lose his composure just because of her smile.

"Eighth Prince?" Sang Jiang tilted her head and looked at the man who was looking down at her.

Long Jingyu snapped out of his daze and instinctively took two steps back as he looked at the small face magnified in front of him.

"Eighth Prince, what are you doing? How do you grill this?" Sang Jiang handed the fish in her hand to Long Jingyu.

Long Jingyu took it without hesitation, her brows furrowing slightly in displeasure: "Didn't you just call me Brother Yu?"

"Huh?" Sang Jiang was stunned. Two seconds later, she realized what Long Jingyu meant and remembered what she had said in a moment of panic. Her face flushed red.

"Well... well, I was just talking nonsense in a moment of panic. Just take it as me rambling."

After saying that, Sang Jiang didn't care whether Long Jingyu listened or not. She turned around and ran to the river to wash her feet and put her shoes back on before returning.