"Mumu loves Daddy the most~"
Her childish words instantly made Sang Jiang feel like her whole heart was about to break.
She was frantic with worry looking for them, but they were calling someone else "father."
Sang Jiang tightened her grip on the plate. She hadn't finished making the pork jerky yet, and she was worried the little one would be too hungry, so she made some pastries first. But as soon as she came in, she heard Sang Mumu's favorite thing to say.
The maid beside her noticed her expression and softly reminded her, "Sanyoumu, what's wrong?"
Sang Jiang then realized what was happening. She looked at the little palace maid and chuckled, "It's nothing, I was just a little nervous seeing the Emperor."
She wasn't lying about that.
I wonder if Long Jingchen will recognize her when he sees her.
If she really recognizes him, what will she do? Will she deny it?
However, there is clearly no time for her to think about it now.
"Oh, I see." The little palace maid nodded casually, then looked at Sang Jiang and said in a low voice, "Actually, the Emperor is quite nice, but he's become a bit colder after the Imperial Noble Consort left."
Sang Jiang pursed her lips and stopped talking. She tightened her grip on the tray, took a deep breath, and then stepped inside.
He walked over to the three of them and curtsied with the young palace maid: "This servant greets Your Majesty, the young prince, and the young princess."
Before Long Jingchen could speak, Sang Mumu impatiently said, "Get up quickly."
"This servant thanks Your Highness." The two spoke in unison and stood up straight together.
Sang Jiang placed the tray on the table next to her, lowered her eyes and said, "The little prince and princess may have to wait a while for the pork jerky. Why don't you have some pastries to tide you over first?"
"Okay! Okay! Mumu loves pastries the most!" As soon as she said this, Sang Mumu eagerly snuggled out of Long Jingchen's arms.
Sang Chaochao couldn't wait to grab the pastries and put them in her mouth.
He wasn't as picky as Sang Mumu; he just missed Sang Jiang after not seeing her for a few days, so he let Sang Mumu join in the hunger strike.
Seeing their reactions, Long Jingchen couldn't help but look at the pastries on the table.
It's not a particularly attractive style.
But seeing the two children eating so happily, he couldn't help but turn his attention to Sang Jiang.
Sang Jiang felt his gaze and became even more nervous; her mind was a complete mess.
If Long Jingchen recognizes her, she definitely won't be able to leave.
Fortunately, Long Jingchen didn't pay much attention to her and instead turned his attention to the two children.
After watching the two of them finish the pastries, he turned to Sang Jiang and asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"
Sang Jiang's hands, which were hanging at her sides, clenched instantly. She pursed her lips and said softly, "This servant is San Youmu."
“Sanyoumu.” Long Jingchen repeated her name and then said to Yang Qi, “From now on, she will be in charge of the little princess and the little prince’s meals.”
"This servant obeys the decree." Yang Qi nodded, then glanced at Sang Jiang a few more times.
These past two days, the palace cooks have been trying every possible way to feed these two little darlings, but they won't eat a single bite. Unexpectedly, Sang Jiang's cooking wasn't very good, but they ate it all.
But that's their skill after all.
After he finished speaking, he waved to the crowd and said, "Everyone, get out."
"Yes." Yang Qi led the palace servants out.
Looking at the passing days and nights, Sang Jiang felt a pang of reluctance...
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