Sang Jiang nodded: "As you can see."
Wei Qing, looking hurt, made a gesture like Xi Shi clutching her heart: "Little Jiang Jiang, tell me, why do you dislike it?"
Sang Jiang rolled her eyes at him: "Who do you think would like a flashy person who looks like a vampire?"
"Vampire? What's that?" Wei Qing frowned, disliking this unfamiliar new term.
"It's a kind of creature that drinks human blood. Its hair is all white, and its skin is also very white. Moreover, they can only live in the dark and cannot be exposed to the light," Sang Jiang explained in a sinister tone.
Wei Qing frowned and said seriously, "I don't like this, and I can't stand the light of day."
His appearance was surprisingly endearing and somewhat naive.
"Pfft." Sang Jiang burst out laughing at his joke.
"What are you laughing at!" Wei Qing looked at her with displeasure.
Seeing him get the short end of the stick only made Sang Jiang feel even better. She had never gained any advantage from Wei Qing before, but now it was finally his turn.
What made her happy, besides Wei Qing's embarrassment, was that Wei Qing didn't know everything.
Judging from the fact that he didn't know the word "vampire," Wei Qing probably only knew that her soul wasn't Sang Jiang's.
Thinking of this, Sang Jiang's lips curved into a wider smile, her phoenix eyes crinkling with laughter.
Having suffered a loss, Wei Qing jumped down from the window in dissatisfaction. He looked at Sang Jiang and said unhappily, "This isn't fun! I'm leaving. Little Jiang, you can play by yourself!"
After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the night.
Chunhe couldn't help but twitch her lips as she watched his departing figure. Wasn't it rumored that this Imperial Advisor was extremely aloof and handsome?
Why did he seem so... silly when I saw him today?
She learned the word "sand sculpture" from Sang Jiang. Sang Jiang had written it in a storybook, and she found it interesting, so she wrote it down.
After Wei Qing left, Sang Jiang immediately lay down on the bed with her arms outstretched, and yawned while looking at the ceiling.
Chu Chunhe came to her senses and sat down on the ground, leaning her head over Sang Jiang's bedside to listen to her talk.
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Xifeng Kingdom.
Nangong Luoying had no idea how many days she had been in this room. Looking at the moonlight outside, she couldn't help but cry.
She really wanted to go back to the palace. She missed her father and mother, her elder sister, and Lord Zhang.
She had lost count of how many days she had been eating nothing but pastries and drinking water. She was getting sick of it and wanted to eat steamed buns and meat.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and the more aggrieved she felt, the louder she cried, until finally her voice changed to a wail.
The man standing outside listened to her cries, his lips pressed tightly together, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly at his sides.
Granny Wang looked at it and couldn't help but sigh, "Master, why do you do this to yourself?"
The man glanced at Granny Wang, then turned and left.
Grandma Wang watched his departing figure and couldn't help but sigh deeply once again.
He carried too much on his shoulders and put too much pressure on himself. It was truly a hardship for him. If the Emperor and Empress were still alive, if that incident hadn't happened...
"Sigh..." Granny Wang sighed deeply again. She called out to the inside, "Princess, please stop crying. Save your energy. If you cry yourself sick, no one will carry you."
Nangong Luoying was already feeling extremely wronged, and hearing her words made her even more upset, causing her to cry even louder.
The man sat in his study, listening to the intermittent crying, then got up again...
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