Consort Li collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, letting the palace servants drag her away.

After everything was settled, Long Jingchen played with Chaochao and Mumu for a while before ordering them to be taken away.

Just when Sang Jiang thought her chance was coming, Long Jingchen suddenly spoke again: "Sanyoumu, stay here."

Sangjiang: !!!

She paused, clenched her fists, and her veins bulged.

He still didn't believe in himself, otherwise he wouldn't have let me stay this time.

She tried her best to conceal the turbulent emotions churning within her, took a few deep breaths, and then leisurely turned and walked towards Long Jingchen.

She stood before Long Jingchen, curtsied, and lowered her voice to ask, "What are Your Majesty's orders for this servant?"

Long Jingchen raised an eyebrow slightly: "Raise your head and let me see you."

At this moment, he hadn't really doubted her much; he was just curious why Chaochao Mumu was so protective of her.

Is it really just because she's protecting Chaochao Mumu?

Sang Jiang hesitated for two seconds, then slightly raised her head.

Just then, Long Jingchen also looked over at her, and their eyes met.

Sang Jiang instinctively tried to dodge, but Long Jingchen firmly gripped her chin.

She winced in pain, forcing herself to remain calm, and looked at Long Jingchen with terrified eyes: "Your Majesty, what does this mean?"

Only after she said that did Long Jingchen come to his senses.

He flung Sang Jiang away. Caught off guard, Sang Jiang fell to the ground due to the momentum, scraping her arm badly and breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Looking at her, Long Jingchen felt a surge of irritation. He waved his hand and shouted sharply, "Get out!"

Sang Jiang pursed her lips, forced herself to stand up despite the pain, covered the scraped area on her right arm with her left hand, and slowly walked out.

He still didn't recognize himself.

That's true, he never really liked me to begin with, and it's understandable that he didn't recognize me after four years apart.

Sang Jiang chuckled self-deprecatingly and walked towards her room.

Long Jingchen rubbed his temples in annoyance as he watched her retreating figure. For some reason, for a fleeting moment, he felt that the woman standing in front of him was Sang Jiang.

But when I saw that face clearly, it wasn't Sang Jiang.

He must have been missing her too much lately.

His constant appearances every day and night completely disrupted his peace of mind.

He sighed, took a painting from his desk, and slowly unfolded it. It depicted Sang Jiang.

The paper on the face was slightly yellowed from being worn.

His hand slowly moved down to Sang Jiang's face, gently caressing it.

Four years have passed, and he has searched almost the entire capital city, but there is still no news of Sang Jiang.

He didn't understand why Sang Jiang hated him so much.

Long Jingchen sat down wearily, his large hand stroking his cheek.

"Knock knock knock." A few knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts.

He glanced at the painting on the table and gently put it away.

"Come in!"

An Ye pushed open the door and walked in, kneeling on one knee before Long Jingchen and bowing: "Your subordinate greets Your Majesty."

"Hmm." Long Jingchen nodded: "Didn't I tell you to follow Chaochao Mumu around?"

An Ye slightly lowered his eyes. "I've discovered something else while following you day and night, thanks to the shadows that have been with you."

"What is it?" Long Jingchen asked casually, picking up a book from his desk.

"The Imperial Noble Consort has been discovered..."