Yang Liu leaned against Sang Hongfu's chest, her small hands tightly gripping his: "Master! It hurts so much! I just had a nightmare. I dreamt that you didn't want me anymore. I was so scared that I woke up. It hurts so much now!"
Sang Hongfu grasped her hand in return; her hand was exceptionally cold.
He looked at Yang Liu and said softly, "Liu'er, don't be afraid. Your master is here. Your master won't abandon you. Where does it hurt? Xiao Hui, go and call the doctor!"
Yang Liu raised her chin, biting her lip, and looked at Sang Hongfu pitifully: "No need to go, sir. I just suddenly had a terrible pain in my chest. Seeing you now makes me feel much better."
Sang Hongfu was slightly relieved when he heard her say that: "That's good, that's good! Liu'er, just tell your master if there's anything you need."
"Mmm." Yang Liu nodded, her almond-shaped eyes instantly filling with tears.
Her face was extremely pale, which made her red-rimmed eyes look particularly pitiful.
This immediately aroused Sang Hongfu's protective instincts. He tightened his grip on Yang Liu, resting his chin on the top of her head, and once again, the faint fragrance emanating from her body entered his nose.
Sang Hongfu took a greedy breath, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Liu'er, what kind of incense are you using?"
"Huh?" Yang Liu was slightly taken aback, then looked innocent and said, "Master, I haven't used any incense."
Sang Hongfu nodded slightly, and once again greedily inhaled Yang Liu's scent: "That must be Liu'er's body fragrance."
Yang Liu's face flushed red instantly. Her already sickly appearance, coupled with her slightly red eyes and small face, made her look even more endearing.
She slightly curved her lips, but her words still sounded pitiful: "Master, do you believe me?"
Sang Hongfu didn't have time to think much at the moment. Hearing Yang Liu's words, he nodded immediately: "Master believes you."
After receiving confirmation, Yang Liu continued, "Will Master abandon Liu'er? Liu'er just dreamt that Master didn't want Liu'er anymore. Liu'er is so scared. Master is all I have now."
"Don't worry, Liu'er."
...
Yunshuang Courtyard.
Sang Jiang lay on the soft couch, eating grapes from the plate while listening to Chun He's words with her eyes half-closed.
"Princess, you have no idea, I almost burst out laughing. As soon as I mentioned that Liu Furong hit Yang Liusang Hongfu, her face turned black, hahaha!" Chunhe said, using both her hands and mouth to tell her about her great achievements.
"Mmm." Sang Jiang swallowed a grape and nodded.
Chunhe watched her continue, "Then Sang Hongfu called Liu Furong over, and the two of them had a huge argument. Now Sang Hongfu has gone back to coax his little wife."
"Little darling wife?" Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow. "You've absorbed this new term quite well."
"Not bad." She nodded, got up, peeled a grape, and handed it to Chunhe: "Great job, this is a reward for you."
Chunhe took a bite of the grape in front of her and said with a smile, "This servant thanks the princess for the reward."
She couldn't help but laugh out loud as soon as she finished speaking.
The longer she spent with Sang Jiang, the more familiar she became with her temperament and personality.
Sang Jiang doesn't like so many rules. She likes to make a scene and joke around when no one is around.
Sang Jiang raised her phoenix eyes slightly, but didn't say anything.
She had just lain down when a startled shout from the window jolted her awake.
"Jiang Jiang?"
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