Long Jingyu noticed that she was shy and stopped teasing her. Instead, he slowed down and started chatting with Sang Jiang.
"Jiang Jiang, do you have a man you like?" Long Jingyu asked, looking straight ahead.
"Hmm?" Sang Jiang had been lost in thought and didn't hear what he said at first. It took her a while to realize what Long Jingyu's question was.
Sang Jiang shook her head: "No."
Upon hearing her reply, Long Jingyu's smile widened even further. He had assumed that Long Jingchen's decision to send him away to spend time with Sang Jiang would yield some results. Since there were none, he shouldn't blame him for not giving him a chance.
"And you, Eighth Prince?" Sang Jiang asked in return.
"It didn't exist before, but it does now." His tone was clear and gentle, yet tinged with a hint of joy.
Sang Jiang's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't before, but now she had. Was this "having" referring to her?
The moment this thought crossed Sang Jiang's mind, she was startled. For some reason, Wei Qing's words to her suddenly popped into her head: "Never fall in love with a man from the Long family."
Although she didn't know why Wei Qing would say such a thing to her, it was enough to wake Sang Jiang up. No matter what the reason, as a modern person, she shouldn't develop any feelings for them, otherwise how would she go back in the future?
Long Jingyu was considerably taller than Sang Jiang. When he looked down, he could just catch a glimpse of the woman's expression. He frowned as he looked at Sang Jiang's somber face. She had clearly been somewhat moved just now, so why was she like this now...?
Both were preoccupied with their own thoughts and didn't notice the group of people who suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Stop!" Liu Biao shouted at the two of them.
Long Jingyu snapped out of her daze and looked impatiently at the group of people in front of her.
"This mountain is mine, this tree is mine, if you want to pass, leave your toll!" Liu Biao didn't care what they thought, and shouted at the two of them while brandishing his broadsword.
Sang Jiang: ...
If those familiar lines are any indication, it means they've encountered bandits.
She turned her head slightly and spoke softly to Long Jingyu, "Eighth Prince, do you have any money?"
Long Jingyu was initially impatient and wanted to kill them directly, but after hearing Sang Jiang's words, he suddenly changed his mind.
He frowned and thought for a long time before imitating Sang Jiang and speaking softly, "No."
Sang Jiang took a deep breath and then asked, "Can you beat them?"
Long Jingyu: "If nothing unexpected happens... no."
Sangjiang: ? ? ?
Isn't he the God of War?
But she dared not say that now. Seeing the bandits not far away, she burst into tears: "Brothers, waaaah! My brother and I are orphans, and we have no one to rely on. We came to the capital to seek refuge with relatives. We have no money to pay for passage! Waaaah! Please have mercy and let us go!"
Liu Biao brandished his broadsword rapidly: "No money? Do you think I believe that? You guys don't look like you're poor at all, judging by your clothes!"
Sang Jiang: ...
A man next to Liu Biao stared at Sang Jiang for a long time before taking a few steps forward and saying, "Brother, that girl is still wearing palace clothes."
Liu Biao's eyes lit up: "Really?"
The man glanced at Sang Jiang again: "It's absolutely true, brother. I've seen those clothes before, and I would never go back."
Liu Biao chuckled: "So what kind of drama is this? A palace maid having an affair with a wild man? If the palace finds out, she'll be dead!"
The man nodded: "Brother, you're right!"
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