Sang Ruo glanced at them indifferently and walked straight in. She had never cared about their attitude; they were just opportunists, so why let them affect her mood?
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects." Sang Jiang bowed deeply to him.
"My beloved concubine, please rise." Although he was speaking in this way, Sang Ruo could not feel a trace of love in his voice.
His eyes kept glancing behind Sang Ruo, and he only breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure no one was there.
An Ye didn't tell him about Sang Jiang being drugged. An Ying hadn't returned yet, so An Ye went to keep an eye on Sang Jiang. He wasn't as blindly obedient to the Emperor as An Ying. In his heart, the Emperor was the most important person, and anyone who affected the Emperor's interests was unacceptable.
So when he learned that Sang Jiang's matter involved the Empress, he didn't step forward. The Empress's power was not something the Emperor could easily shake for the time being. If he confronted her head-on, he would only be bitten back, which would be even more disadvantageous for the Emperor.
Sang Ruo frowned, sighed, and said softly, "I heard that Your Majesty is going on a southern tour. I have heard that there are constant disasters there. As a Noble Consort, I have been heartbroken. So I would like to take this opportunity to go with Your Majesty to see the people's conditions. It would be good to live up to my title of Noble Consort."
As she spoke, she pretended to be very distressed and used a handkerchief to gently wipe away the tears she had forced out.
Upon hearing her words, Long Jingchen knew that Sang Jiang must have persuaded her. He felt a surge of joy in his heart, but on the surface, he remained expressionless as he pondered, as if he were considering whether or not to agree to her request.
After a while, just when Sang Ruo thought that she would have no chance if she didn't do something, Long Jingchen suddenly spoke up: "In that case, you should make preparations. You don't need to bring too many people. We'll travel light."
Sang Ruo lowered her head, concealing the cold smile on her lips: "Your Majesty, I thank you. If there is nothing else, I will go and make preparations."
Long Jingchen nodded and waved to her.
"Your Majesty, why are we going on a southern tour?" Wanqing asked Sangruo, puzzled.
Sang Ruo lowered her eyes: "Throughout history, only the Empress has had this qualification."
She didn't want to fight for it, but she knew without even guessing who was responsible. Who else in the palace would dare to openly poison someone besides her?
Wan Ting was startled. Recalling Yang Qi's unusual behavior over the past few days, she began to understand why he always said that her master had a bright future.
Why didn't the emperor issue a decree directly instead of waiting for his mistress to come to him? If the emperor had issued a decree, she certainly wouldn't have been able to disobey.
Wan Ting lowered her eyes, deep in thought.
"Then why don't we tell the Emperor about this?"
"Tell him?" Sang Ruo chuckled lightly. "What can he do? If the Empress turns against him, given the power of her faction, what do you think the Emperor can do?"
Wanqing pursed her lips and stopped talking.
As they approached Jinghe Palace, Sang Ruo suddenly stopped.
"Your Majesty?" Wanqing looked up at her, puzzled.
Sang Ruo smiled, her eyes crinkling as she said, "We're going on a southern tour. Shouldn't we share this good news with everyone and make everyone happy?"
Wanqing paused for two seconds, then nodded: "This servant understands."
After saying that, she left to take care of her business. She realized that after spending a lot of time with Sang Jiang, her master was becoming more and more like Sang Jiang, especially the way she looked in her eyes when she was scheming!
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