"So, my second brother and third sister are here to see me too?" Sang Jiang asked tentatively.
“Yes, the Emperor said that if they can’t find you, they can figure it out themselves,” Long Jingyu nodded.
He knew that Sang Jiang was always sentimental, so he deliberately exaggerated the Prime Minister's family's predicament.
Sure enough, Sang Jiang frowned, looking troubled. She lowered her head, unsure of what to say.
After a long while, she suddenly raised her head and said, "How about this, you tell me where you are, and I'll try to leave the palace in the next couple of days."
"Alright, then I'll trouble you to pass on this message to your second brother and third sister."
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Long Jingyu briefly explained a few words to Sang Jiang and then left.
After being disturbed like this, Sang Jiang was completely unable to sleep. She took a cloak and put it on, walked to the window, and opened it. As soon as she looked up, she saw a white figure flash by.
Having learned from her previous experiences of having her mouth covered, Sang Jiang wisely covered her own mouth this time.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was.
Do all important people these days like to climb through windows?
Sang Jiang glared at the man in front of her, annoyed. "Wei Qing, why are you here again?"
Wei Qing looked at her aggrieved expression and said, "What do you mean 'again'? Little Jiang Jiang, I don't like hearing you say that. I saw how happy you were when the Eighth Prince came. Why do you look like this when my brother comes?"
Sang Jiang rolled her eyes at him: "You still call me brother? Speak up, what is it?"
Wei Qing ignored her, climbed through the window, sat down in a chair, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it.
He took only one sip and put down the cup: "It's cold, not as good as the one from the Crown Prince's residence."
Sang Jiang: ...
So you came to this palace in the middle of the night just to have a cup of tea?
Wei Qing looked up at her with a smile in his eyes: "Little Jiang Jiang, do you like the Eighth Prince?"
Sang Jiang was clearly taken aback by his question. She was stunned for a moment before carefully thinking it over and then earnestly replied, "No, I don't think so."
She thought Wei Qing knew something or had something to say, so she answered very seriously. But what Wei Qing said next made her want to punch him.
Wei Qing leaned on the table, resting his chin on his hand, and looked at her: "Then why do you smile so sweetly at the Eighth Prince but give me the cold shoulder?"
Sangjiang: !!!
Does she have it?
So, was he asking her if she liked the Eighth Prince just to say this?
Wei Qing coughed twice, seeing the look in her eyes that seemed to want to devour him: "Little Jiang Jiang, you must remember never to fall in love with anyone from the Long family."
"Why?" Sang Jiang asked instinctively.
Wei Qing glanced at her, smoothed his long hair, and said in a mysterious tone, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed!"
Sangjiang: !!!
So you said you were lonely!
Watching Wei Qing's retreating figure as he walked away, she couldn't help but pick up the cup beside her and throw it at him.
Unfortunately, she didn't have much strength; she didn't even manage to throw it out the window, let alone hit Wei Qing.
The cup fell to the ground with a thud. Chunhe, who was outside, was startled and pushed open the door. She was relieved to see that Sangjiang was unharmed: "Princess, what happened?"
Sang Jiang looked away: "Oh, it's nothing. I accidentally dropped my cup while drinking water."
Chunhe glanced in the direction she had been looking to make sure nothing was wrong before going over to close the window for her: "It's late and the dew is heavy, Princess, please take care of yourself. If you need water, just call me."
“Mm.” Sang Jiang nodded.
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