Sang Jiang subconsciously turned around and bumped into a pair of clear, cold eyes, but those usually calm eyes were now tinged with a slight anger.
Sang Jiang put down the grapes in her hand and sat up: "Eighth Prince?"
Long Jingyu climbed in through the window and stood in front of Sang Jiang, demanding, "Why did you lie to me?"
"Huh?" Sang Jiang was taken aback by his question. She frowned and asked in return, "When did I ever deceive Your Highness?"
The anger in Long Jingyu's eyes did not diminish when she asked him; instead, it intensified. He stared intently into Sang Jiang's eyes: "Why are you the one chosen for the political marriage?"
Sang Jiang felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and moved back slightly: "What does the Eighth Prince mean? Why can't I be the one sent for the marriage alliance? Did Xi Feng ever say that I wasn't the one sent for the marriage alliance?"
Now it was Long Jingyu's turn to be dumbfounded. Indeed, Xifeng had never said that the person to be married off was not Sang Jiang; on the contrary, it was they who had been guessing.
Thinking of this, he remembered that he was originally the one chosen for the marriage alliance, but after Xifeng sent word that Princess Luoying was the one to be married, he forcefully declined the offer.
Looking back now, it turns out that he was the one who pushed her away.
Long Jingyu was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure of what he was truly feeling. All of this was originally his responsibility…
If he hadn't heard that the Prime Minister's residence had been in turmoil because of her these past two days, and hadn't wanted to come and see what this Princess Luoying was up to, he probably wouldn't have found out about this until after she was made a concubine.
He withdrew his gaze and took two steps back: "Jiang Jiang, did you agree to this marriage alliance? If you don't want to..."
“Eighth Prince!” Sang Jiang interrupted him, “I came here voluntarily for the marriage alliance, and I have already accepted the imperial decree to confer the title of Imperial Concubine.”
She knew what Long Jingyu was thinking. If it weren't for the matter of Sang Jiang's mother, she might have considered repaying Long Jingyu's life-saving grace as well. But now that so many things were involved, she couldn't do that.
If she were to marry Long Jingyu, her father would probably rather see Xifeng destroyed than accept Dongchen's support.
Long Jingyu stared at her resolute gaze for a long time before finally looking away: "Fine, she's not mine after all, Jiang Jiang. You can come to me anytime if you need anything in the future."
Sang Jiang pursed her lips and remained silent. Then, thinking of Long Jingyu's jade pendant, she stood up again: "Eighth Prince, please wait a moment."
Long Jingyu stopped and turned around to look at her with delight. She took a box from the dressing table and handed it to him: "Return this to the Eighth Prince. I will be entering the palace soon, and it would be very inappropriate if I were discovered then."
Long Jingyu paused. He opened the box and found the jade pendant he had given to Sang Jiang. He immediately lost his composure, his clear eyes instantly filled with anger: "I never take back what I've given away."
After saying that, he stared at Sang Jiang for a moment, then turned and left.
Sang Jiang sighed as she watched him leave.
Chunhe walked to the window and closed it: "Princess, do you think this will cause a rift between the Eighth Prince and the Emperor?"
Sang Jiang thought for a moment and shook her head: "No, the Eighth Prince is not that kind of person."
No sooner had she finished speaking than a gentle voice reached her ears: "You understand me best, Jiang Jiang. Jiang Jiang, as I said before, if you need anything, just come to me anytime. If you regret it, so be it..."
Sang Jiang: ...
Chunhe noticed her unusual expression and walked over to her side, asking anxiously, "Princess, what's wrong?"
Sang Jiang shook her head: "It's nothing."
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