Long Jingchen was in a bad mood ever since he heard that the person to be married off to was Nangong Luoying instead of Sang Jiang.

He looked at Yang Qi coldly and said, "You said that the Emperor of Xifeng specifically requested that the marriage alliance be with me?"

Yang Qi shrank his neck and nodded, forcing a smile: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Long Jingchen clenched his fist: "That Nangong Luoying is only fifteen years old, not even of marriageable age yet. Am I that much of a beast?"

Yang Qi: ...

He didn't dare to say anything. He didn't know why, when it was clearly said at the beginning that Princess Mingyue would be sent to marry a foreign ruler, it ended up being Princess Luoying.

Long Jingyu looked at him with a gentle smile on his lips: "Why is Your Majesty so irritable? If you go back on your word now, you'll give people something to talk about."

Long Jingchen: ...

His eyes were practically spitting fire as he looked at Long Jingyu.

He was initially delighted that Sang Jiang would marry him, but when he heard that the marriage partner would be Long Jingchen instead, he almost stormed over there. However, he calmed down when he heard that the princess to be married was Nangong Luoying.

Long Jingchen suppressed his anger: "Eighth Prince, you should worry about your own affairs instead. I've heard that Miss Wang is deeply in love with you."

Long Jingyu: "Your Majesty need not worry about my affairs. Your Majesty should first prepare for the marriage of the princess."

...

The Prime Minister's Residence.

These past few days, whether Yang Liu was intentionally avoiding Sang Yun or something else, the two have miraculously not met even once.

After he entered the palace, Sang Ruo told him not to rush and to wait until Yang Liu's child was born before making any plans.

Sang Yun was feeling irritated when she suddenly ran right into Yang Liu.

Yang Liu, one hand on her waist and the other on her belly, said, "Yun'er."

Sang Yun: !!!

Sang Yun clenched his fist instantly, but quickly relaxed it again: "Aunt Yang."

He nodded slightly to Yang Liu and then walked past her.

"Yun'er, don't you have anything to ask me?" Yang Liu called out to him as they brushed past each other.

Without turning her head, Sang Yun, with her back to Yang Liu, said, "Auntie, please have some self-respect. I, Sang Yun, do not consider ourselves to be on the same path as you, and we will never be together in the future. Auntie, you should stay away from me to avoid suspicion."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Yang Liu frowned as she watched his retreating figure. She gritted her teeth and glared at Sang Yun resentfully before finally leaving with Xiao Hui after a long while.

Sang Yun, just you wait. One day she will make him kneel down and beg for her willingly.

...

Xifeng Kingdom.

Several assassins suddenly infiltrated the palace, causing chaos and fear throughout the palace.

The Imperial Guards are currently searching for the assassins, palace by palace.

Sang Jiang frowned as she looked at the brightly lit area outside, and irritably pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Chunhe, what's the situation outside? Have they caught the assassin?"

Chunhe shook her head at her: "It shouldn't be yet, otherwise the Imperial Guards would have already withdrawn. Fortunately, neither the Emperor, the Empress, nor the Princess were injured."

Sang Jiang nodded. Although she said that, she still felt uneasy, as if something terrible was about to happen.

She glanced outside, then turned back. Just as she sat down and picked up her pen, she heard shouts outside: "Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened! Princess Luoying is in trouble! Someone come quick!"

Sang Jiang hurriedly put down what she was holding and ran outside.

She grabbed the princess and asked sternly, "What happened to Luo Ying? What's wrong?"