Liang Xuanyu moved closer to the Empress, who whispered a few words in his ear. He then straightened up with a lewd grin on his face.
"Okay, I'll do whatever my sister says."
The empress remained silent, only smiling with disdain and arrogance.
Jinghe Palace.
Sang Jiang walked into Sang Ruo's palace, grabbed a piece of osmanthus cake, stuffed it into her mouth, and muttered to Sang Ruo as she sipped it, "Why are there so many idiots in the palace lately?"
"Hmm?" Sang Ruofang frowned at her, putting down the half-finished brocade in her hand. "What idiot?"
How come she's never heard of any fools in the palace?
Sang Jiang swallowed the mung bean cake in her mouth, smacked her lips, and said, "There's only one man with a folding fan and one ordinary man."
"Folding fan man? What's that? What's a regular man?" Sang Ruo was even more confused. She glanced at Wan Qing next to her, and Wan Qing shook her head to indicate that she didn't know either.
"The so-called folding fan man is a man who always carries a fan around. Although he is good-looking, he is a bit annoying. As for the ordinary man, he is the kind of man who is so ordinary that he is useless but still so confident."
Sang Jiang spoke with a swaying head, as if she were lecturing on profound principles.
Sang Ruo nodded as if she understood, but she was already quite used to Sang Jiang using strange words from time to time.
"Your Highness, Consort~" Sang Jiang suddenly blinked her starry eyes and looked at her with her hands cupped in her face.
"Get out! I'm not going!" Sang Ruo said, picking up the brocade she had just used and continuing to embroider.
"Okay!"
Chengshun Hall.
At this moment, the man with the paper fan is lost in thought, holding a memorial to the throne.
Yang Qi stood behind him, looking somewhat drowsy. The Emperor had been reading this memorial for almost half an hour. He had just secretly glanced at it and found it to be a simple memorial. He had no idea what the Emperor was actually looking at.
"What has the Imperial Concubine been doing lately?"
Long Jingchen's voice pulled the drowsy Yang Qi back to reality. He subconsciously wiped away non-existent drool from the corner of his mouth, thought for two seconds, and then replied, "It is said that he has been embroidering all the time."
"Embroidery?" Long Jingchen frowned. Didn't Sang Jiang come looking for her?
He was starting to feel a little restless.
Hearing his words, Yang Qi assumed he was dissatisfied with Sang Ruo's coldness towards him. Thinking of his aunt's smile, he said, "Your Majesty, shall I go and summon the Imperial Concubine?"
Long Jingchen frowned: "Why are you looking for her?"
Yang Qi was taken aback and silently thought to himself: Didn't you miss her?
However, he was too proud to say anything, even though he was the master's son.
Some are happy, some are sad.
The Prime Minister's Residence.
Sang Rui held up a bright red wedding dress, looked at herself from left to right, and couldn't help but twirl around.
"Is it pretty?" She blinked her eyes, looking at Long Tianyi with seductive charm, her face flushed.
"Beautiful." Long Tianyi looked at her and sincerely praised her: "Rui'er is beautiful no matter what."
"Ugh! You're just trying to make me happy~" she said, punching Long Tianyi in the chest with her fist.
This made Long Tianyi laugh.
He snatched the wedding dress from Sang Rui's hand and threw it onto the soft couch next to her.
Seeing his teasing gaze, Sang Rui's face flushed crimson, spreading to her ears. "What are you doing? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Her voice, with its intricate twists and turns, combined with her alluring fox-like eyes, exuded seduction.
Long Tianyi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt his blood rush to his head.
He took two steps forward, and Sang Rui took two steps back in response, finally being half-heartedly pulled into Long Tianyi's arms.
Sang Rui lowered her head, her eyes darted around a couple of times, and then she stopped struggling.
Long Tianyi leaned down and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? It's not like we've never done this before, why are you still so shy?"
As he spoke, he blew a breath into Sang Rui's earlobe.
Sang Rui felt a tingling sensation all over her body...
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