She lowered her head again, and after a long while, she looked up at Long Jingchen and said earnestly, "Long Jingchen..."

"I'm here," Long Jingchen replied earnestly.

Sang Jiang: ...

She glared at Long Jingchen before continuing, "I've made up my mind. No matter what the future holds, I'm going to walk with you, at least to make the most of the present."

She spoke very slowly, as if afraid that Long Jingchen wouldn't understand. After she finished speaking, she just stared at him intently.

Long Jingchen stared at her, completely stunned. He carefully considered what Sang Jiang had just said: "You said you would stay with me forever?"

“Yes.” Sang Jiang nodded without hesitation once again.

Just as Long Jingchen unhesitatingly shielded her from the knife, she understood: priceless treasures are easy to find, but a loving man is hard to come by.

Moreover, he is the monarch of a country. He can give up everything for her, so what is she still hesitating about?

Regardless of what the future holds, she should at least live well in the present.

Thinking of this, Sang Jiang couldn't help but chuckle. She had always thought she was insightful, but she had only just figured it out herself.

She avoided Long Jingchen's wound and hugged him tightly: "How are you? Does it still hurt?"

Long Jingchen originally wanted to say it didn't hurt, but seeing Sang Jiang's anxious little face, he couldn't help but tease her. He pouted and said with a wronged look, "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt? Did I touch your wound?" Sang Jiang immediately became anxious, frowning as she stared intently at Long Jingchen's wound.

Long Jingchen looked at her and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Sang Jiang immediately realized she had been tricked. She pouted and punched Long Jingchen in dissatisfaction, saying, "You're so annoying! You lied to me!"

Long Jingchen reached out and took her small hand, helping her lie down and pulling her into his arms: "It doesn't hurt anymore now."

"Hmph." Sang Jiang hummed twice as he hugged her tighter.

The two hugged for a while before Long Jingchen reluctantly let go of her: "Alright, we need to go back to the palace. If we don't go back soon, it might arouse suspicion."

"Hmm." Sang Jiang nodded, looking at his wound: "But, are you sure you can manage?"

Long Jingchen smiled and patted her head: "Don't worry, I'm just pretending. It's nothing, just a small injury, it's already healed."

Sang Jiang didn't believe him. He stared at Long Jingchen for a long time before nodding slightly: "Alright then."

She sat up and helped Long Jingchen up, guiding him step by step towards the outside.

When Yang Qi saw Long Jingchen being helped out by Sang Jiang, he quickly stepped forward to help him, but was deterred by Long Jingchen's gaze.

Long Jingwei looked at him and laughed gleefully: "Do you think such a minor injury could have hurt my brother like this?"

Yang Qi: ...

Seeing the two figures walking further and further away, he quickly took two steps forward and followed them.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Noble Consort, please wait for your servant!"

After arriving at the gate, the group boarded the carriage back to the palace once more.

Long Jingchen leaned his entire body against her this time: "Wife, it hurts so much."

Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow at him slightly: "Really?"

"Mmm." Long Jingchen immediately nodded, looking aggrieved.

"Mm." Sang Jiang nodded in agreement, then instructed the person outside, "Yang Qi, slow down. Your master is in pain. Why don't you come in and take a look?"

Before Yang Qi could respond, Long Jingchen interrupted him: "Wife, the pain has suddenly stopped."

His comment about Sang Jiang made me feel like I got goosebumps all over...