Long Jingyu: ……

Sang Jiang: ...

He was so angry he wanted to throw Wei Qing out, but Wei Qing just stared at him like he really didn't know anything.

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As Kou'er pried at An Ying's hand, she whimpered, but as soon as she turned around, someone covered her mouth and pulled her behind the artificial hill.

Shadow felt a wave of disgust as he touched the warm tears on his hand. Women are such a hassle; they cry at the slightest thing. So annoying.

He lowered his head and whispered in Kou'er's ear, "I am the Emperor's secret guard, Shadow. Your young lady is alright now, and I can let you go, but you can't shout. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that your young lady will still be alright."

He never liked to ramble, so he finished speaking to Kou'er in one breath.

Kou'er stopped talking and nodded vigorously.

Once Shadow released her, she didn't dare turn around to look at him and instead lowered her voice to ask, "Where is my young lady?"

"She has been taken away by the Eighth Prince. Go back and wait. Tell the Imperial Concubine not to worry and that this matter must not be made public."

Seeing Kou'er nod, he immediately flew away to find Long Jingchen and tell him about it.

Kou'er didn't dare to look back even after Shadow left. She had heard that the guards were very secretive, and she was worried that if she saw his face, she would be silenced.

After a while, Kou'er tentatively called out softly twice, "Shadow? Shadow?"

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one was paying attention to her, and ran towards Jinghe Palace.

Upon arriving at Jinghe Palace, she saw two young palace maids guarding the palace gate. As soon as they saw her, they ran straight towards her.

"Sister Kou'er, where have you been? The Imperial Concubine is waiting for you. Come with me quickly."

When Kou'er followed the little palace maid to the main hall, she saw Sang Ruo pacing back and forth, her face showing growing anxiety and worry.

"Your Highness, Imperial Concubine." Kou'er curtsied.

"Get up quickly, where is Fourth Sister?" Her voice was very impatient, completely lacking its usual gentleness.

Kou'er, panting heavily, said, "Miss, Miss has been taken away by the Eighth Prince. I just went out and met the Emperor's shadow. He told me to tell the Empress not to make this public. We'll just wait here for Miss to come back."

“Eighth Prince?” Sang Ruo frowned and murmured softly.

He really cared about Sang Jiang. Ever since he took Sang Jiang away last time, she felt that the Eighth Prince's feelings for Sang Jiang were not so innocent. She didn't expect that it was true.

She was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. She didn't want Sang Jiang to catch Long Jingyu's eye. Sang Jiang was such a free spirit; she shouldn't be bound by the formalities of the palace.

Moreover, would someone as cold-blooded as the Eighth Prince really like Sang Jiang? If it's just a passing fancy, Sang Jiang will be the one who suffers in the end.

Sang Jiang's personality is truly unsuitable for the palace.

Sang Ruo felt increasingly anxious as she thought about it. She sat down on the soft couch, holding a handkerchief in one hand and supporting her other hand with the other, her eyes constantly looking towards the door.

He would get up excitedly to check if anyone had passed by the door, afraid that Sang Jiang would come back and he wouldn't have seen her.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Jiang finally appeared at the door. She looked somewhat weak, with strands of hair hanging down her back and her dress heavily wrinkled.

Since there were no palace maids in Long Jingyu's palace, he could only use his internal energy to dry Sang Jiang's clothes, so Sang Jiang was still wearing her pale yellow herringbone dress.

It looks very wrinkled and messy because it fell into the water.

Sang Jiang stared blankly at Jinghe Palace, still reeling from the shock even after she regained her footing.

She just now...