"What should I do? Just wait and see? What if it's true?"
Sang Ruo looked at Sang Jiang crying, her eyes filled with pity.
Sang Jiang took a deep breath: "If it's true, then you should definitely go on the southern tour. Think about what the Empress's purpose is in doing this? It's nothing more than to prevent you from going."
"Then I won't go!"
Sang Jiang chuckled: "The imperial decree has already been issued. Do you think you can just refuse it? And do you think the Empress will let you off so easily? Her goal is to use Nian Shihua to control you. Once you leave, what bargaining chips do you think you'll have left?"
Sang Jiang didn't say anything, just watched Sang Ruo shed tears.
Sang Jiang really didn't want to see her like this, so she simply said, "Think about it carefully yourself," and turned to leave.
As she reached the door, she looked at Wan Ting, who was guarding outside, and said in a low voice, "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her out. Tell me about Shi Hua's whereabouts first."
Wan Ting nodded: "This servant understands, Fourth Miss, please rest assured."
"Okay." Sang Jiang nodded and went back to her room to pack her things. There were only a few days left before the southern tour, and she wanted to take some valuables with her.
"What is Fourth Sister doing?"
"Snap!" Sang Jiang's hand slipped and a hairpin fell to the ground. She hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, rubbed it against herself a few times, and then looked at it for a long time to make sure it was okay before slowly sticking it into her hair.
"Are you from the North and South? Are you just staring at me?" Sang Jiang couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She didn't even need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to.
North and South? So is this a veiled insult implying he's worthless?
He wasn't angry at all. He simply climbed through the window, sat down in a chair, and even poured himself a cup of tea as if they were old friends.
She wouldn't be cursing at herself if he didn't respond.
Sang Jiang tucked the hair ornament into her hair and turned to look at him: "Are you sure you're the emperor?"
Long Jingchen frowned: "Doesn't it look like it?"
Was he not authoritative enough? That shouldn't be the case. When he frowned, none of the ministers dared to raise their heads. Only Sang Jiang dared to act like that with him.
Long Jingchen couldn't help but wonder to himself.
"Hehe." Sang Jiang forced a smile: "So alike! So alike! I just didn't expect that emperors were so leisurely."
"Leisurely?" Long Jingchen frowned.
He simply couldn't understand where Sang Jiang saw his leisurely life.
Is it because he doesn't have enough memorials on his desk, or because he no longer needs to worry about matters on the frontier, or because the disaster has subsided?
Sang Jiang raised an eyebrow: "So, Your Majesty, why would you resort to such a despicable means?"
As she spoke, she raised her chin and pointed towards the window.
Long Jingchen wasn't annoyed. He took a sip of tea and subtly changed the subject: "I think Fourth Sister is packing her things."
Sang Jiang paused, then, as if remembering something, retorted confidently, "Who's your fourth sister?!"
Long Jingchen raised an eyebrow: "You're the Imperial Concubine's sister, so what belongs to the Imperial Concubine is mine, right?"
Sang Jiang pursed her lips and cursed inwardly, "Your father must be a bit too much," but she didn't dare show it on her face. As the saying goes, serving a king is like serving a tiger. What if he gets angry and cuts her down?
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right. So, sir, is there something you need from me? If it's just to freeload some tea, then the Empress's tea is probably better than mine."
Sang Jiang watched him shoo him away with a forced smile.
Long Jingchen drank the last sip of water in his cup and nodded: "Good tea, this is my favorite."
Before Sang Jiang could even speak, he jumped out of the window again.
No sooner had Long Jingchen left than Sang Jiang’s window rang again.
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