Nangong Luoying looked at Ying'er with displeasure. She was about to ask Ying'er where Lord Zhang was when she heard that familiar voice.
"What? You don't like it?"
It was Lord Zhang's voice. Nangong Luoying's eyes lit up. She followed the sound and saw Lord Zhang pinning a palace maid against a rockery.
He completely obscured the maid's face and body, so she couldn't see who he was.
The palace maid giggled upon hearing Lord Zhang's voice: "My lord, you're so naughty~"
The handkerchief in Nangong Luoying's hand fell to the ground. Her face first turned red, then pale.
She stared at Lord Zhang in disbelief for a moment, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Princess," Ying'er called softly as she looked at her.
Nangong Luoying sniffed and turned to run back.
Only after the commotion behind him subsided did Lord Zhang release the palace maid with a blank expression. He straightened his sleeves and turned around.
The palace maid looked at her and couldn't help but ask, "My lady, why..."
Before the palace maid could finish her question, she was interrupted: "Qingli, you talk too much."
Qingli shut her mouth at the right time. She knew Zhang Daren's rules and that she shouldn't interfere in his affairs.
Qing Li knelt on one knee: "Your subordinate knows his crime."
Lord Zhang waved to her without turning around: "Go ahead."
Qingli nodded and turned to leave.
Lord Zhang looked at the handkerchief on the ground, bent down and picked it up. He held it in his hand for a long time before slowly clenching it in his palm.
...
Nangong Luoying ran back to Sangjiang's Bright Moon Palace while crying.
Sang Jiang had finished lunch and was sunbathing in the rocking chair in the yard. The bed that Nangong Luoying had brought over had also been returned by her.
"Royal sister!" Nangong Luoying broke down in tears the moment she saw her.
Sang Jiang opened her eyes, and just as she was about to get up, a figure pounced on her and she fell back down into the rocking chair.
"Royal sister, waaaaah! Luo Ying is in so much pain!" Nangong Luo Ying cried out as she lay on her body.
The rocking chair stopped rocking because she was pressing it down.
Sang Jiang looked at Ying'er, who was rushing over behind her, with a blank expression.
Sang Jiang: What's going on?
Ying'er's gaze lingered on Nangong Luoying and the two of them for a few seconds before she silently lowered her head, looking down at her nose and focusing on her inner thoughts.
Sang Jiang then looked at Chunhe, who had followed her back, and the latter also lowered her head.
Sang Jiang: ...
She watched as Nangong Luoying cried, and only after she had cried enough did she climb off Sang Jiang.
The rocking chair started rocking again without her weight, and Sang Jiang sat up with a headache: "What's wrong?"
She should have kept quiet; the moment she asked, Nangong Luoying's tears, which she had just stopped, burst forth again: "Royal sister, that man Zhang Yaoqin! How dare she toy with my feelings! Waaaaah! Royal sister, you must stand up for me!"
Sangjiang: ? ? ?
Who is Zhang Yaoqin?
She looked to Chunhe for help.
Chunhe walked to her side and said softly, "Princess Zhang Yaoqin is Lord Zhang. He was leading troops in battle before, but later the Emperor kept him in the capital."
Sang Jiang nodded slightly. She thought for a long time but still couldn't match this Lord Zhang with her name.
"How did he toy with your feelings?" Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow.
Nangong Luoying was sobbing uncontrollably. She sat down next to Sang Jiang, hugging her legs and crying with tears streaming down her face, saying, "She... she not only doesn't accept me, but she also steals a little palace maid's affections. Am I not even as good as a palace maid?"
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