The scene in the room left her stunned. Long Tianyi was carrying her while she put on her coat, and Sang Rui was completely covered by the blanket, with not even her head visible.

She subconsciously turned to look at the embroiderer beside her, and saw that the embroiderer blushed and left the room.

"Well... it seems that it's inconvenient for the First Madam today. I'll come another day." The embroiderer looked at the First Madam with embarrassment.

The First Madam smiled awkwardly: "Alright, let's come another day then. Er Ya, go see Yang Xiuniang off."

"Yes." Er Ya curtsied to the First Madam. "This way, please."

Yang Xiuniang chuckled, nodded, and followed Er Ya outside.

"It's really kind of you to make this extra trip. Please take this." With that, she placed a purse in Yang Xiuniang's hand.

Yang Xiuniang felt a little embarrassed and wanted to return it.

Er Ya immediately grasped her hand: "This is just a small token of our lady's appreciation, please don't be shy."

The embroiderer hesitated for a moment before accepting the purse.

She understood perfectly why Er Ya had given her this purse; it was to prevent her from gossiping about Sang Rui. Fortunately, she wasn't the type to gossip.

After seeing Yang Xiuniang off, Er Ya went back to find the maid who had gone to Sang Rui's courtyard with her and threatened and silenced her.

Meanwhile, at Furong Garden.

Sang Rui sat in front of the First Madam, holding a handkerchief and weeping bitterly. The First Madam looked at her and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Waaaaah, I don't want to live anymore! You said you'd come, so why didn't you knock? Waaaaah..."

That damn Aya has disappeared! I'm going to get my hands on her later! What am I going to do now? Waaaaah, Mom~ I don't want to live anymore!

The First Madam paced back and forth a few steps, clutching a handkerchief in her hand. She looked at Sang Rui and said softly, "This may not necessarily be a bad thing."

Upon hearing this, Sang Rui paused for two seconds before bursting into even louder sobs: "Waaah, Mom! What are you saying! I'm so embarrassed, and you still think it's a good thing?"

The First Madam sat down next to her, her eyes darting around as she spoke: "Although the Emperor has already arranged your engagement with Prince Tianyi, the wedding date has been postponed again and again. If word gets out, do you think he will still refuse to marry you?"

Sang Rui moved the handkerchief away from her face and blinked, "Is this really okay?"

"His Majesty has always valued offspring, so this matter will surely succeed. It would be even better if your womb could produce a son."

Sang Rui blushed slightly, then raised her head and looked ahead arrogantly, as if she were already the Crown Prince's consort.

That night, at Jinghe Palace.

Sang Jiang stood on the rooftop, looking at the myriad lights of the city, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What's troubling you, Fourth Sister?" A deep, magnetic voice came from beside her ear, tinged with warmth.

Sang Jiang was startled and almost slipped and fell, but luckily she managed to grab a sleeve in her haste.

Seeing this, Long Jingchen reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back forcefully. Sang Jiang bumped into his chest.

She rubbed her sore nose, glared at the smiling Long Jingchen, and gritted her teeth to utter a few words: "Still haunting me."

Long Jingchen sat down at her feet and said softly, "Shouldn't it be that we have a deep connection?"

Sang Jiang laughed exaggeratedly twice, as if she had heard a joke: "You?"

She pointed at Long Jingchen and then at herself: "Me? A deep connection? That's a karmic entanglement!"

As she spoke, she sat down directly. Having learned her lesson from almost falling earlier, she was now more careful.

Long Jingchen leaned back, placing his hands on his sides: "Even if it's a tragic fate, it's still fate."

As he spoke, he winked at Sang Jiang.

Sang Jiang rolled her eyes at him and said, "Show-off!"

"Show-off?" Long Jingchen frowned slightly. "What's that? Is it something to eat?"