After that, Sang Jiang felt very confused, but she no longer had the mind to find out what was going on, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep again.

When she woke up again, she saw Sang Ru looking at her with a happy expression.

Sang Jiang raised her eyebrows slightly, and then she knew the result of yesterday's events.

When she got up, finished eating, and was about to go for a walk, she suddenly heard the voices of several palace servants outside.

"The Emperor has been resting in Changchun Palace for two days now. What are we going to do about our Lady?"

"But our lady hasn't been seeing the Emperor lately, and I don't know what's wrong with her."

"Yes, the Emperor was visiting the Empress every day just a few days ago, but he hasn't come at all these past few days. He goes straight to Changchun Palace after court. It's a shame that our Empress treated that man so well before. Now that our Empress hasn't even lost power yet, he's already started to make trouble."

Hearing the words of the people outside, Sang Ruo's face darkened instantly. She stood up and walked towards the door, shouting at them, "What are you saying! Don't you have anything better to do? Do you think you're the ones gossiping?"

Several people turned around as soon as they heard the voice, and when they saw Sang Ruo, they hurriedly curtsied and said, "We are here to greet Consort Sang and pay our respects to Consort Sang."

"Get up, everyone go about your business." Sang Ruo noticed that the people's expressions weren't particularly good, but she didn't say much. These people were usually very kind to Sang Jiang, so she didn't say anything.

The group of people got up with their heads down and scattered in different directions.

When Sang Ruo turned back again, Sang Jiang was already eating at a leisurely pace.

Sang Ruo opened her mouth as if to say something, but then she heard Sang Jiang's casual voice: "Why bother getting angry with them?"

Sang Ruo pursed her lips, her previous happiness gone: "I just can't stand them talking about you like that."

Sang Jiang smiled and then ate the food in her bowl.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Sang Ruo didn't bring up the matter again.

After the two finished their meal, they saw Wei Qing swagger in.

Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow slightly: "You've certainly gotten bolder today."

Wei Qing instantly walked over with an arrogant expression, sat down at the table, poured himself a glass of water, and slowly said, "When have I ever been timid?"

“Emmm…” Sang Jiang pretended to think for a few seconds and slowly tapped her hands before speaking: “I remember that night someone heard a little noise and was so scared that he ran away immediately.”

"That's not true!" Wei Qing interrupted her loudly, "Who knows who that is!"

"Hmm." Sang Jiang nodded in agreement: "I don't know who that is."

"Hmph." Wei Qing hummed twice as he looked at her before taking out a red invitation card with gold lettering from his sleeve and handing one to Sang Jiang and one to Sang Ruo.

Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

As she spoke, she casually flipped open the invitation.

The gist of the above is that the Eighth Prince, Long Jingyu, and Princess Yun, Yun Siqing, are getting married, so they have been invited to a banquet.

Wei Qing, holding his cup, said with an arrogant expression, "Originally, as imperial concubines, you were not required to attend the ceremony. I had to ask Princess Yun specifically to get it for you."

Sang Jiang raised a small eyebrow, unusually refraining from arguing with him: "You're so awesome! So you're planning to put our plan into action today?"

Upon hearing Sang Jiang's praise, Wei Qing instantly became arrogant. He nodded while drinking water, "Of course, I am the Imperial Advisor Wei Qing! You're right, we'll take advantage of the chaos to run away, and there will be people waiting for us outside."

Sang Jiang nodded slightly at him and then looked in Sang Ruo's direction...