Sang Jiang felt her foot twist and she fell to the ground. When she looked up, Sang Ruo was already standing firmly in the spot where she had just been standing, and the man's sword was pressed against her chest less than a centimeter away.
Her subconscious decision might not be so simple.
Looking into those familiar eyes, Sang Ruo burst into tears.
Nian Shihua also looked at Sang Ruo in disbelief. He never expected that the person he had been searching for and thinking about day and night was actually in the palace, a place very close to him.
Tears slowly streamed down Nian Shihua's face, a mixture of longing, surprise, and disbelief.
He recalled Sang Jiang saying earlier that she wasn't Consort Sang, so what about Sang Ruo...?
It turns out that the country girl he had always thought of was actually the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family, and was actually Consort Sang.
His eyes held a mixture of inquiry and resentment, making Sang Ruo almost afraid to face him.
Seeing their reactions, Sang Jiang roughly guessed what had happened. She hurriedly closed the gate to the courtyard, otherwise, if someone saw them, not only this man but also Sang Ruo would be implicated.
Sang Ruo turned her head away, biting her lip hard. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then dared to look back at Nian Shihua: "This Empress..."
The words "This Empress" made both of them realize what was happening.
Sang Ruo clenched her fists and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Nian Shihua tightened his grip on the sword, still reeling from the shock, and continued to point the sword at Sang Ruo.
She's a concubine now, the emperor's woman. She's married to the most noble man in the world, while I'm just a fugitive. Why should I involve her or bother her anymore?
Thinking of this, Nian Shihua let go of his hand weakly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".
"Your Majesty, what I said is true. Please go and see for yourself."
A woman's voice came from outside the courtyard, and the voice was clearly directed at Jinghe Palace.
Sang Ruo frowned and nervously looked up at Nian Shihua, only to find that the man had reacted before she did.
He picked up the sword from the ground, shoved it into Sang Ruo's hand, then grabbed Sang Ruo's hand and stabbed himself with the sword.
"No!" Sang Ruo shouted.
At that moment, she didn't care whether someone was coming for her or what the reason was; all she knew was that she wanted him to live.
Nian Shihua laughed: "Silly girl, how can I go back and explain if I don't do this? It's all good."
After saying that, he flew away.
Sang Ruo stared blankly in the direction he left, tears already blurring her vision.
A split second before the gates of Jinghe Palace were pushed open, Sang Jiang ran to Sang Ruo's side, wiped the bloodstains from the tip of the sword with her sleeve, and then hugged her, shouting, "Someone, summon the imperial physician! Didn't you see that the Imperial Concubine twisted her ankle?!"
Hearing her words, Sang Ruo finally realized what was happening. She closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears from flowing, but found it was all in vain. So she gave up, since Sang Jiang had already prepared an excuse for her.
Wan Ting, who had been directing the palace maids not to come this way, was the first to realize what was happening. She rushed out of Jinghe Palace and just happened to pass by Long Jingchen and his group who were coming from another direction.
"His Majesty has arrived!" Yang Qi announced to the entrance of Jinghe Palace. Everyone in Jinghe Palace except for the two masters hurriedly came to greet him.
When Consort Qi glanced over and saw that Sang Ruo, Sang Jiang, Wan Qing, and Wan Ting were not there, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had arrived just in time and had her people watching over them, so she was sure that the man had not left.
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