Soon, the day of the Eighth Prince and Princess Yun's wedding arrived.
Sang Jiang felt annoyed as she watched the red ribbons hanging in the palace as people bustled about. She didn't understand why the Eighth Prince was in the palace instead of his residence for his wedding.
And so she missed her chance to leave.
Long Jingchen didn't come to see her again. Rumors were circulating throughout the palace that she had fallen out of favor, but she didn't seem to care much. She just hoped that people would stop paying attention to her as soon as possible, and at the same time, she was completely disappointed in Long Jingchen.
Sang Ruo was dressed festively today, wearing a peach-pink outfit along with Sang Jiang.
Ever since Long Jingchen stopped going to Sang Jiang's courtyard, few other women have worn peach pink anymore.
Peach pink is inherently difficult to pull off, and besides, these people are only wearing it to imitate Sang Jiang. Now that Sang Jiang has fallen out of favor, there's no need for them to imitate her anymore.
However, the one in Changchun Palace is perhaps a bit too preoccupied.
When Sang Jiang was in favor, she was the one who shamelessly fawned over her. Now that Sang Jiang has lost favor, she clings tightly to her.
It's only because Sang Jiang has a good temper that she doesn't argue with her; if it were her, she would have definitely gone up and torn her face to shreds.
Sang Jiang watched Sang Ruo's swaying figure and felt a headache coming on: "Ruo Ruo, can you stop spinning? I feel like throwing up..."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but gag.
Sang Ruo panicked when she heard her voice and quickly supported her, patting her shoulder: "Jiang Jiang, what's wrong?"
"Cough cough cough!" Sang Jiang coughed a few times until her face turned red. She looked at Sang Ruo and shook her head: "It's nothing, I probably just caught a cold."
Sang Ruo's face fell immediately. She looked at Sang Jiang with dissatisfaction and said, "How old are you? Don't you know how to take good care of yourself? How about I stay with you tonight?"
"No!" Sang Jiang interrupted her without thinking: "If you really come, Nian Shihua will surely come to kill me here."
After that day, Nian Shihua somehow persuaded the Empress, and was transferred to Jinghe Palace.
Sang Ruo's face flushed red instantly. She pulled Sang Jiang and said coquettishly, "What are you saying? What does this have to do with Brother Hua?"
"Oh." Sang Jiang nodded with an expression that said, "I understand."
"Alright, alright, let's go over there." Feeling the gossipy looks from the group, Sang Ruo quickly blushed and changed the subject.
"Troublesome." Sang Jiang stood up irritably, walked to the side, picked up the peach-pink dress that was similar to Sang Ruo's, and put it on: "Let's go."
"Mm." Sang Ruo nodded and took Sang Jiang's hand.
The two walked side by side, and they looked surprisingly good together.
The banquet was about to begin, and most of the people who were supposed to arrive had already arrived. Apart from the two newlyweds, only the Emperor and the Empress Dowager remained, so the two of them arrived very late.
As soon as the two of them approached, the eunuch outside hurriedly announced in a high-pitched voice, "The Imperial Noble Consort has arrived! Consort Sang has arrived!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes involuntarily turned towards the doorway.
Soon, two women in peach-pink dresses walked in unhurriedly from outside. One was gentle and graceful, the other flamboyant, and for a moment, people couldn't take their eyes off them.
Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the gazes of the crowd, and walked calmly toward her seat.
The crowd hurriedly bowed to the two women, saying, "Your Majesty, we greet the Imperial Noble Consort and Consort Sang."
Sang Ruo nodded slightly: "Get up, everyone."
After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the Empress, bowing respectfully and saying, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to Your Majesty."
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