Sang Jiang waved her small hand in front of Sang Ruo, whose eyes were wandering.
What are you thinking about?
Sang Ruo blinked, still not quite understanding.
Sang Jiang pouted: "You're not thinking about the Emperor, are you? By the way, is the Emperor even capable?"
Upon hearing this, Sang Ruo's face turned bright red to the roots of her ears.
The palace maids were so ashamed that they lowered their heads and dared not look at Sang Jiang.
"What are you thinking about all day?" Sang Ruo glared at her.
Sang Jiang frowned: "No, don't they say on TV that the emperor has three thousand concubines? There were only a few people just now, and he's already twenty-five and doesn't even have a child."
Sang Ruo: ...
This woman really dares to say anything.
"You're so outspoken. It's fine if you say it to me, but you absolutely can't say it outside."
Sang Jiang pouted and threw another grape into her mouth.
Sang Ruo also picked up her embroidery again and started embroidering.
She embroidered a light blue purse with a cluster of kapok flowers on it, which looked a lot like her.
After watching for a while, Sang Jiang couldn't help but start to doze off.
She looked around listlessly, finding nothing that could interest her.
Seeing that she was drowsy, Sang Ruo couldn't help but sigh: "Want to go for a walk?"
Sang Jiang snapped out of her daze, looked at the blazing sun outside, and shook her head.
Forget it, I'd probably die of heat if I went out for a walk right now.
Sang Ruo stared at Sang Ruo for a while before suddenly speaking, "Go and get me some peeled potatoes, a new mortar and pestle, a strainer, some flour, and milk."
Sang Ruo nodded, signaling the maid to fetch it for her.
The palace maid was quite efficient and quickly brought Sang Jiang what she needed.
Sang Jiang started fiddling with the ingredients as soon as she got them. First, she mashed the potatoes and then filtered out the juice.
Then I added flour and milk, mixing it into a paste.
"Here you go."
She handed the small basin to Sang Ruo.
Sang Ruo glanced at the mushy mess in front of her with disgust, and couldn't help but swallow hard: "I'm not hungry, you can eat it yourself."
Sang Jiang: ...
This is a face mask she made!
She noticed that Sang Ruo's dark circles were quite heavy, so she thought she would make her a face mask. She actually thought it was something to eat.
"This isn't food, it's a face mask."
Sang Jiang looked helpless.
"What is a face mask?" Sang Ruo was quite fond of novel things, and she immediately perked up when she heard about face masks.
"You can apply it to your face to get rid of dark circles. I noticed your dark circles were really bad just now, let me give it to you."
When talking about things she enjoys, Sang Jiang suddenly becomes more talkative and energetic.
He instantly regained his radiant spirit, his phoenix eyes sparkling.
Sang Ruo nodded. Sang Jiang looked exactly the same as when she was reading medical books and studying medical techniques.
She nodded in agreement.
"Go wash your face first, you need to remove all your makeup first."
Sang Ruo put down her embroidery and asked Wan Qing to prepare water.
Looking at Sang Jiang's expression, she really couldn't bear to refuse.
She liked Sang Jiang, just like she used to be; she was tired of the lifelessness in the palace.
Sang Jiang is now like a ray of sunshine—lively and confident, just like she aspires to be.
It's a pity, she's afraid she'll never have another chance. Thinking of this, Sang Ruo sighed sadly.
When she returned after washing her face, Sang Jiang had already prepared everything.
She sat opposite Sang Jiang, closed her eyes slightly, and let Sang Jiang apply the ointment to her face.
The moment the hand touched her face, she couldn't help but push Sang Jiang's hand away. This...
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