"What's wrong?"

This time, instead of holding hands, he grabbed Sang Jiang's shoulders with both hands and forced her to look him in the eye.

Sang Jiang reached out and waved his arm, but he wouldn't budge. She turned her head away and avoided eye contact with him, casually replying, "It's nothing."

"No." Long Jingchen's expression turned serious when he saw that she didn't speak. "You said you wouldn't let me hold a grudge overnight. What happened? Tell me what I did wrong."

Sang Jiang: ...

This man is spreading rumors about her! When did she ever say such a thing?

Seeing that she still didn't speak, Long Jingchen simply picked her up and carried her away, saying, "Since we can't talk here, let's go somewhere else."

As he spoke, he picked up Sang Jiang and carried her into the room.

"What are you doing!" Sang Jiang shouted at him as she struggled, "Let me go! Are you crazy! Let me go!"

Hearing her words, Yang Qi, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for her. Insulting the emperor in public was a serious crime. Just when he thought Long Jingchen was about to get angry, what she said next left him speechless.

"Yes! I'm sick! You've made me angry!" Long Jingchen carried her to the bedchamber and slammed the door shut with his foot.

"Stop spreading rumors about me!" Sang Jiang shouted in dissatisfaction.

Long Jingchen carried her all the way to the soft couch, pinned her down on it, and looked down at her, asking, "Tell me, what happened?"

Sang Jiang: ...

Her face flushed instantly at the sight of their intimate pose.

She turned her head away, trying to avoid Long Jingchen's gaze, but he forcibly pressed it back down: "Today you must tell me what's wrong with you!"

His tone was particularly harsh. Sang Jiang pouted and muttered casually, "I already said I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well. By the way, didn't you go to see the Empress yesterday? How is she?"

Just as Long Jingchen was about to ask what the Empress had to do with her, he suddenly looked at her and laughed as if he had thought of something.

Sang Jiang felt uneasy at his laughter. She frowned at Long Jingchen and said unhappily, "What are you laughing at!"

Long Jingchen wasn't annoyed, and still looked at her with a smile: "Jealous?"

Upon hearing these words, Sang Jiang felt her heart skip a beat.

Are you jealous?

Sang Jiang was a little confused. Was she really jealous?

But how could she possibly be jealous? Didn't she dislike Long Jingchen? Then why was she angry? She even disliked him seeing other concubines.

Could it be that she really liked him? Sang Jiang was startled by this thought. She hurriedly pulled herself out of her reverie and looked at Long Jingchen, saying confidently, "Jealous? How could that be? I eat meat, who eats that stuff? You're so sour."

Long Jingchen released his hold on her and lay down beside her, bending his arm to support his head with one hand, looking down at Sang Jiang with a smile in his eyes: "You're really not jealous?"

"You're the one who's jealous!" Sang Jiang rolled her eyes at him, then got up as if fleeing and walked towards the wardrobe. She said, "Didn't we say we were leaving the palace? Get out of here, I need to change my clothes!"

Having figured this out, Long Jingchen felt much better. He stopped teasing her and got up to leave.

Sang Jiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Long Jingchen close the door.

She turned and looked in the direction Long Jingchen had left, lost in thought once again. Did she really love Long Jingchen...?