Sang Ruo was looking out the window, seemingly at something, but she snapped back to reality when she saw Sang Jiang.

Sang Jiang had been feeling unwell these past two days and didn't want to see anyone, but now she actually came to see her on her own initiative.

Sang Jiang didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on the soft couch, waving her hand at the palace servants: "You may all leave."

The palace servants bowed to the two of them and then withdrew.

Now only Sang Jiang and Sang Ruo were left in the room. Sang Ruo looked at Sang Jiang and asked directly, "What's wrong?"

Sang Jiang pursed her lips and asked softly, "Do you still want to be with Nian Shihua?"

Sang Ruo's eyes widened instantly, and she stared intently at Sang Jiang, asking, "What do you mean by that?"

Sang Jiang looked at her earnestly and said, "Ruo Ruo, let's leave here together?"

"Leave?" Sang Ruo looked horrified when she heard this. "Jiang Jiang, how could you have such a thought?"

Sang Jiang lowered her phoenix eyes slightly: "There's nothing left to cherish."

"No way!" Sang Ruo coldly rejected her: "Jiang Jiang, don't even think about it. What will happen to the Emperor if you leave?"

"Pfft." Hearing her ask what to do about Long Jingchen, Sang Jiang burst out laughing: "He'll probably only feel sorry for a few days, and the fat meat that was about to be in his mouth will just be gone."

"Jiang Jiang, what nonsense are you talking about?" Sang Ruo frowned, looking at Sang Jiang with a puzzled expression: "Why would the Emperor dislike you?"

"Alright!" Sang Jiang interrupted Sang Ruo directly: "Ruo Ruo, I don't want to mention him anymore. Anyway, my mind is made up. If you don't leave, I'll leave on my own!"

Seeing her so determined, Sang Ruo lowered her eyes and said, "But what will happen to Xifeng if you leave? What will happen to the Prime Minister's Mansion if I leave? Jiang Jiang, have you forgotten what we are burdened with?"

Sang Jiang shook her head: "Don't worry, I've arranged everything. If you're willing to leave, please help me persuade Nian Shihua."

Sang Ruo fell silent again. She took a deep breath before looking up at Sang Jiang: "Jiang Jiang, can you let me think about it?"

"Okay." Sang Jiang nodded: "Think about it first, and tell me when you've decided."

"Okay." Sang Ruo nodded again and then stopped talking.

Sang Jiang lay down on the soft couch, took a piece of pastry, ate a couple of bites, and then put it back.

She doesn't know why, but lately she feels like her appetite isn't very good.

She sat up irritably and grabbed a plate of grapes to eat.

Sang Ruo looked at her and asked, "Jiang Jiang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Sang Jiang shook her head: "It's nothing, I haven't had a particularly good appetite lately."

“Mm.” Sang Ruo nodded.

After that, the two stopped communicating, and Sang Jiang slowly fell asleep again.

Chengshun Hall.

Long Jingchen has been in a bad mood lately, picking fights with everyone he meets. The palace servants who used to rush to his side are now staying as far away from him as possible.

As An Ye watched Long Jingchen frowning and reviewing documents, he hesitated about whether to approach him, when he heard Yang Qi's voice rang out.

"Dark Night, go in. The Emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."

After saying that, he pulled Dark Night back inside.

Dark Night: ? ? ?

He turned around and looked at Yang Qi, who was constantly giving him meaningful glances. He wanted to give him a good whack, but it was clear that it was too late for him to go out now.

Thinking that he had given Yang Qi a look that said, "You just wait," he braced himself and walked over to Long Jingchen's side...