Long Jingchen glanced at her and then continued what he was doing.
Sang Jiang didn't stand on ceremony and pulled up a chair to sit down.
Wanqing, being very perceptive, served her a bowl of porridge.
"Thank you." Sang Jiang took the porridge, thanked her, and began to eat quietly.
Suddenly, a piece of food appeared in front of Sang Jiang. When Sang Jiang looked up, she saw that Long Jingchen had put a piece of fish on her and Sang Ruo's plates.
The braised sea bass was placed next to Long Jingchen. Sang Jiang glanced at it a few times and then gave up; it was too far for her to reach.
She glanced at Long Jingchen, then lowered her head to continue drinking her porridge and eating other dishes, refusing to touch the braised sea bass.
Long Jingchen's face slowly darkened, and by the time the meal was finished, his face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.
Sang Jiang pretended not to see it, and Sang Ruo hurriedly finished her meal and went straight back to her room.
Sang Jiang: ...
Is she that afraid of him? Sang Jiang couldn't sleep at this moment. Hearing the "swish swish swish" sound outside the window, she couldn't help but open the window and look out.
She was stunned when she saw it.
Yang Liu had already put on a delicate, frail makeup and was holding a plate with a towel and a pot of tea on it.
That "swish swish swish" sound was him practicing his sword.
Yang Liu looked at the man in front of her, her eyes slowly hardening. She had overheard the man next to him calling him "Your Majesty."
Yang Liu only knew that these people looked wealthy and powerful, but she never expected that they were actually the current emperor.
She pressed her slender little hand against her rapidly beating heart. After a long while, she took a deep breath, tightened her grip on the tray, and stepped forward.
"Young Master." Yang Liu looked at Long Jingchen and saw that he was as frail as a willow branch.
Long Jingchen frowned and looked at her: "What is it?"
Yang Liu smiled and said, "I was bought by the two young ladies, and I will be yours from now on."
As she spoke, a slight blush rose on her face, leaving Sang Jiang speechless. At the same time, she understood. Yang Liu probably had this idea from the beginning. It was a pity that she had chosen the wrong person this time.
Long Jingchen frowned and glanced at her. Just as he was about to refuse, he saw the open window of Sang Jiang's room. He reached out, took the towel from the tray, wiped his sweat, and put it back.
Yang Liu was overjoyed; this was…
Seeing this scene, Sang Jiang felt a sudden tightness in her chest. Thinking of Sang Ruo, she felt it wasn't worth it, considering how obedient Sang Ruo was to him.
She looked out the window and saw that the two people, each dressed in white, looked so dazzling in the moonlight.
Sang Jiang slammed the window shut.
The sound was a bit loud, and Yang Liu felt a chill run down her spine when she heard it, but then she felt relieved when she thought about Long Jingchen's attitude towards her earlier.
As long as she clings to Long Jingchen, let alone becoming a concubine, even a lowly concubine would be enough for her to enjoy all the riches and honors she desires.
The more Yang Liu thought about it, the more she felt that her trip was truly worthwhile. She smiled slightly and floated back to her room, as if she were already the high and mighty master.
After Yang Liu left, Long Jingchen glanced at Sang Jiang's tightly closed window and suddenly felt much better.
So... does Fourth Sister care about him? He wouldn't mind keeping the woman around for a few more days, but how long would depend on whether she knew what was good for her.
Long Jingchen sheathed his long sword, turned around with a triumphant air, and left Sang Jiang's window.
Yang Qi looked at him, completely bewildered. Didn't the Emperor favor the Imperial Concubine? What was with him holding a woman?
This is really a headache!
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