The next morning, when Sang Jiang went out yawning, there were already three people sitting at the dining table. Sang Jiang frowned as soon as she saw them.
She glanced at the willow tree between Long Jingchen and Sang Ruo, and pulled out the chair next to Sang Ruo.
Wanqing stood behind Sang Ruo with a resentful expression. She really didn't expect that Yang Liu would have hooked up with Long Jingchen after just one night.
Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow, picked up the bowl of porridge in front of her, drank it silently, and then pulled out a chair and left.
Yang Liu was slightly taken aback. She didn't think Sang Jiang was unaware of Long Jingchen's identity, so who exactly was she who acted so arrogantly? She watched Sang Jiang's departing figure and fell into deep thought.
Sang Ruo glanced in the direction Sang Jiang had left, then looked at Long Jingchen and said, "I'll go check on her first."
Long Jingchen nodded, and Sang Ruogang left with Wanqing and Wanting, and then he left as well.
Yang Liu watched the three people leave and then continued eating her meal at a leisurely pace.
If she wasn't mistaken, Sang Ruo must be the legendary Consort Sang, and Sang Jiang must be her fourth sister.
As a subject, why was she so bold? Why wasn't Long Jingchen angry?
Could it be...?
That shouldn't be happening!
Yang Liu couldn't understand it. Slightly annoyed, she put down her chopsticks, tidied herself up, and headed towards Long Jingchen's room. Just as she reached the corridor, she saw Long Jingchen and Yang Qi leaving. She quickly stepped forward and said, "Young Master."
She curtsied and then slumped to the side, looking as frail as a willow in the wind.
Long Jingchen walked past her without even glancing at her.
Yang Liu stumbled and almost fell to the ground. She looked up at Long Jingchen's back and her eyes immediately reddened.
Her hands, which were hanging at her sides, suddenly clenched into fists.
Just then, Sang Ruo came out of Sang Jiang's room. She glanced at Yang Liu but didn't pay any attention to her and walked straight to her room. Just as she brushed past Yang Liu, Yang Liu suddenly called out to her.
"Madam, could you please help me up? I twisted my ankle."
As she spoke, she raised her tear-streaked face and looked at Sang Ruo.
Sang Ruo stopped in her tracks, glanced back at Yang Liu, nodded at Wan Ting, and then turned and left.
Wanqing, standing beside her, said indignantly, "Miss, why are you helping her? She's obviously doing it on purpose!"
Sang Ruo sat down at the table, picked up the kettle, poured two glasses of water, pushed one glass in front of Wan Qing, and took a sip of the other glass.
Seeing her so calm, Wanqing gulped down a glass of water and slammed it down on the table. "Miss, how can you be so calm! The...the young master is about to be seduced by that vixen!"
Sang Ruo blew on the water in her cup and calmly said, "One more of her won't make a difference. If he likes her, he can take her in. You know I never care about these things."
Wanqing paused, then muttered in dissatisfaction, "It can't be her!"
"Why?" Sang Ruo looked up at Wan Qing.
Looking at her disappointed expression, Wanqing took a few deep breaths and said, "Anyway, I just don't like her. She's always acting sickly and pretending to be something else."
"Hmm." Sang Ruo nodded: "Well, they have the ability, don't they?"
Wanqing: ...
She opened her mouth and then closed it again.
Sang Ruo remained silent, simply sitting and drinking her tea. Just as the cup was nearly empty, the door was pushed open from the outside…
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