Sangjiang: ? ? ?

Fourth sister? Are you calling her?

She turned around and saw Long Jingchen standing in front of her window, looking at her with a roguish expression.

Sang Jiang couldn't help but roll her eyes: "What are you waiting for? Show-off!"

After saying that, he slammed the window shut.

Long Jingchen looked at the tightly closed window and awkwardly touched his nose.

This was the first time in his life he had been treated like this. He wondered if the little girl would be completely shocked when she found out who he was.

"Fourth sister, what are you doing? It's not nice to look at the moon here. Do you want your brother to take you to see it?"

For some reason, he couldn't help but want to tease Sang Jiang when he saw her puffed-up little face.

Sang Jiang flung open the window: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! Who's your fourth sister? Do I even know you?"

As he spoke, he tried to close the window again.

Long Jingchen knew what he was going to do just by looking at her movements. He hurriedly put his hand on the window, squinted his narrow eyes, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"You are Consort Sang's fourth sister, aren't you?"

Seeing that Sang Jiang rolled her eyes at him and ignored him, Long Jingchen continued, "The fourth sister of Consort Sang is my fourth sister, so I didn't call her that."

"Oh." Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow: "And then?"

If she guessed correctly, this should be a prince in the novel who had a crush on Sang Ruo, I think his name was Long Jingyan.

She had read the comments; Long Jingyan's fate was not good. It seemed that he was killed by Long Jingyu in the end for plotting a rebellion for Sang Ruo.

Thinking of Long Jingyu, Sang Jiang's eyes trembled involuntarily. Such a pure person was actually the God of War whom everyone in the enemy country feared.

Seeing her lost in thought, Long Jingchen knocked on the window with displeasure: "What are you daydreaming about?"

"None of your business... What's it to you!"

She was really annoyed right now, and Long Jingyan kept talking in her ear. She really wanted to punch him!

Seeing that she was really annoyed, Long Jingchen stopped teasing her and leaned against the window, saying softly, "This won't help; it will only make you more annoyed."

Sang Jiang: ...

"Whenever I'm unhappy, I go back to the Star-Picking Tower. The night view there is much better than here. Do you want to go check it out?"

Sang Jiang: ...

Seeing that Sang Jiang still didn't seem inclined to speak, Long Jingchen sighed and helped her close the window: "Go to sleep early, it's windy at night."

As Sang Jiang listened to Long Jingchen's footsteps fading into the distance, she turned and sat on the bed.

She had always thought that the people around her were just fictional characters, merely figments of the author's imagination, until she saw Long Jingchen's melancholy and helpless expression and realized that she was wrong.

Both Kou'er and Sang Ruo were changed by her during this period, and they were clearly different from those described in the novel.

Having realized this, Sang Jiang felt a wave of confusion and helplessness, and a tear quietly fell from the corner of her eye.

She always believed it was all a lie, and that she could go home once she found the reason for her arrival or lived out Sang Jiang's life in the book...

After living out Sang Jiang's life...

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Sang Jiang pursed her lips, walked to the door, and pushed it open. She saw Kou'er sleeping soundly against a pillar.

Sang Jiang clenched her small hands into a fist, then relaxed them after two seconds, then clenched them again, as if she were making a major decision.

Finally, she silently turned around and closed the door. She went back and sat on the bed, her brows furrowed in thought.

If she leaves Kou'er, will she be very sad? Will Liu Ruyu be sad?

She closed her eyes, and a pair of clean, clear eyes involuntarily appeared in her mind. Sang Jiang shook her head.

It's only been three or four months. She'll probably forget her soon after leaving them, but her parents won't. Besides, she's not meant to be here. She wants to go home...

She tore off the gauze from the bed curtains and, imitating what she did in TV dramas, threw it onto the roof beam...