Sun Jingfu opened his lips slightly, his eyes filled with deep worry.

*** belongs to the royal family, and everyone in the world knows how much the current emperor responds to ***'s requests.

It is not easy to make this thing turn from fake to real.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze met Sang Luan's determined eyes. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Sang Luan and Meng Youning stood up at the same time. The next moment, Sang Luan suddenly said, "Let's talk somewhere else."

Meng Youning nodded lightly.

After the two got up and left, Sun Jingfu, who was behind them, inadvertently raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the backs of Sang Luan and the other person.

He pursed his lips and his eyes flickered.

Immediately, he shook his head slightly. These two bosses were really more mysterious than the other.

His intuition told him that the identities of these two people were definitely not simple.

A moment later.

Tianxiang Tower, private room number one.

As soon as Sang Luan stepped into the private room, her whole body fell limply onto the chair like a boneless chicken foot.

She was lying on her side with her eyes half closed, looking very comfortable.

She sniffed lightly, and a faint scent of tea instantly rushed into her nostrils.

Suddenly, Sang Luan opened her eyes abruptly, jumped up, and sat up in the blink of an eye.

She quickly moved to the side and pressed her whole body against Meng Youning.

Sang Luan grabbed Meng Youning's wrist, lowered her eyes, and examined it carefully.

"Your condition isn't that serious these days, is it?" Sang Luan looked very nervous, and her pretty eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

She looked at Meng Youning silently.

Sang Luan's eyes were naturally eye-catching. Whenever she looked at someone intently, the person she was looking at would always think that she liked him or her.

The teardrop mole at the corner of her eye also slightly turned up as she moved.

Seeing that she was really worried, Meng Youning reached out and patted Sang Luan's hand gently, "I'm fine, it's just that Qi Ran's parents want a child so badly that they've been trying to keep us locked up in the same room these days."

Having said that, a hint of melancholy instantly appeared between Meng Youning's eyebrows.

Meng Youning leaned slightly to the side, supporting her head with one hand, and said helplessly, "Qi Ran has been living in the side hall of Yunyan Pavilion for some time. You don't know that Qi Ran is not only arrogant, but also has a mysterious self-confidence."

She paused, her eyes revealing undisguised disdain, "He's always pestering me to teach him how to play the bamboo tube stone game."

Meng Youning picked up the teacup in front of her, raised her head and wanted to drink it all in one gulp.

Sang Luan quickly snatched it away and placed it beside her, "You can't drink this."

Meng Youning looked eagerly at the cup of tea that Sang Luan had brought aside. "I'll just take a sip. I haven't even tasted the new tea from Tianxianglou yet."

Sang Luan shook her head without hesitation, "You can't drink it if you haven't tasted it. If you want to know what it tastes like, isn't it easy?"

As he spoke, Sang Luan picked up the teacup beside him, tilted his head back and took a sip.

She held the teacup in both hands, eyes half closed, savoring the taste carefully, "It is refreshing and fragrant at first, and sweet aftertaste."

Sang Luan slowly opened her eyes and took another sip. "Eh, this second sip is not enough. The taste is quite good, very layered, with a hint of stickiness, yet still sweet. It tastes completely different from other teas!"

She gave it a thumbs-up. "It lives up to its name, Bitang Piaoxue. In a nutshell, it's quite delicious."

Meng Youning stared at Sang Luan silently.

Sang Luan tilted her head back and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

She turned sideways and looked at Meng Youning. "Well, just consider it as what you drank. At worst, I can drink another glass later and drink your share as well."

Meng Youning: "Is this a problem of drinking too much?"

Sang Luan blinked, looking sincere, "What else?"

Meng Youning waved her hand and looked away silently.

Isn’t it just a tea that tastes similar to milk tea?

Just don’t drink it.

Seeing that she had given up the idea of ​​drinking tea, Sang Luan slowly poured a glass of plain water for Meng Youning.

"Come, drink." Sang Luan raised her head slightly.

Meng Youning took a sip and then slowly put it down. "So, I've been feeling really overwhelmed lately. Not only is there a follower around, but his parents are also keeping a close eye on me."

Sang Luan casually picked up the white jade cake beside her and took a nibble. "For something like this to proceed, at least one of the two people must be willing."

She glanced at Meng Youning and said, "Neither of you has feelings for each other. So what if you're in the same room? You can only stare at each other."

"Unless..." Sang Luan paused, a thought flashing through her mind, and she said in an inexplicable tone, "Unless they knocked you two out directly, and then used that incense, maybe there would be a chance."

Seeing Meng Youning's serious expression, Sang Luan quickly waved her hand, "After all, those two are still well-known. They probably wouldn't do such a thing."

Sang Luan fell directly on Meng Youning. "Besides, in the original book, although the Prince and his wife really want you and Qi Ran to have a happy marriage, they have never done anything to harm you, so you can rest assured."

"I'm not worried about that. Although I'm not satisfied with Qi Ran in the Prince's Mansion, everything else is okay." Meng Youning's frown slowly relaxed. "Especially now that the power of the mansion is in my hands, it's much easier now than the usual ways of making money."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Luan fell silent.

Some time ago, she had accidentally heard that the old lady wanted Liu Wenxian to take her with her to familiarize herself with the affairs of the mansion.

What the old lady meant was that she wanted to slowly hand over the power of the family to her, right?

But Liu Wenxian was in the center, and she obeyed the old lady's words.

But for some reason, Liu Wenxian was too determined on this matter.

He even didn't hesitate to displease the old lady.

Therefore, Sang Luan has been waiting until now, but Liu Wenxian has not come to her to discuss the matter of managing the family.

Sang Luan casually placed the unfinished pastry in her hand on the diamond-shaped plate.

She suddenly took the blue and white handkerchief beside her and wiped her hands carefully. "Liu Wenxian is a little difficult to deal with. I drink tea a little fast, and she tells me the rules. I eat a little slowly, and she tells me the rules. I sleep in the wrong position, and she also tells me the rules."

Sang Luan rubbed her head with both hands, her face full of pain. "Don't tell me, now whenever I hear the word 'rules' my head is going to explode."

Meng Youning tutted her words and shook her head. "Why is she like this? She keeps saying rules all the time. Who can stand that?"

Sang Luan sighed heavily and slumped weakly on the table. "But she always follows the rules she says."

"But how can I possibly do that?" She grew increasingly angry, slamming her hand on the table. "Forget all the rules! I can't meet even a single one of them. As soon as I go back, I'll see her stern face and the ever-present rules!"