Yun Jiao was slightly startled, and looked at him with surprise. Sang Xue curled her lips, and smiled even colder, looking at Yun Jiao, as if provoking him.
She frowned and put down her chopsticks, "No."
I lost my appetite and stood up to leave. "I'm full. Enjoy your meal."
"Stop!" Ling Che's unhappy voice.
Yun Jiao walked on as usual, as if she hadn't heard anything. Suddenly, the sound of chopsticks hitting the table resounded through the air, extremely sharp:
"I have the final say in the Ling Mansion! I don't like people who disobey. Jiaojiao, think it over before you leave."
A cold voice escaped from his throat, emitting an invisible danger, reminding her that the four major families were still imprisoned. Even if there were no four major families, he still had plenty of ways to annoy people.
Yun Jiao's steps froze in place, her face looked vaguely ugly, and her hands hanging at her sides were clenched tightly.
Sang Xue raised her lips and said, "Sister Jiaojiao, don't worry Ah Che too much. He is very busy with official duties every day and is already very tired. We two sisters should live in peace."
She is very sensible.
Yun Jiao turned around and looked at Sang Xue coldly.
Who is her sister!
Looking at Ling Che with cold eyes, she pursed her lips tightly, strode back, picked up the plate, picked up the shrimps and started to peel them.
He was picking at it so fast and randomly that he accidentally pierced his hand.
She lowered her head and continued to peel without saying a word.
"Why is it still stained with blood?" Sang Xue nestled her soft body into Ling Che's arms and said tenderly, "It's so dirty, Che, I don't want to eat it."
Ling Che hugged her and said, "Then don't eat."
"But if that's the case, wouldn't that be a waste of Sister Jiaojiao's kindness?"
"Jiaojiao won't be angry. My Jiaojiao has the best temper." Ling Che looked at Yun Jiao with a smile. He held one in his arms and held another in his hand. There was no greater enjoyment than that of an emperor.
"Jiaojiao, you're not angry, are you?"
Yun Jiao listened to the two people's flirting and her hands moved faster and faster. Even though two of her fingers were pierced and bleeding, she did not stop at all.
As he was picking at the plate, he suddenly dropped it:
"I'm not angry! I'm leaving now after I've pulled them out!" A pair of red eyes glared at the two of them coldly. Drops of water condensed in the corners of his eyes, but they stubbornly refused to fall.
Turned around and strode away.
When Ling Che saw this scene, the corners of his lips slightly condensed. He looked in the direction where her figure disappeared, his eyes heavy, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Sang Xue held his arm and clung to him, "Ah Che, you haven't loved me for a long time."
Her soft hands slowly wrapped around his neck, and as she leaned up, Ling Che smelled the incense on her body, which was indescribably pungent. He subconsciously thought of the comfort he felt when he slept with Yun Jiao in his arms, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He raised his hand and pushed her away, "Since you just came back from the Western Regions, go and rest early."
Get up and leave.
Sang Xue sat there in a daze. She had been with him for so many years, always inseparable and honest with him. But today, he rejected her for the first time for Yun Jiao...
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Leaving the main hall and walking quickly to where there were no people, all the grievances on Yun Jiao's face disappeared. She wiped the wet corners of her eyes, and there was only coldness in her eyes.
He glanced at the night scene of Ling Mansion. Having lived here for a while, he was familiar with the courtyards, guards, and roads in the mansion. Taking advantage of the cover of night, he headed silently in a certain direction.
The west wing storage room is where people from the four major families are imprisoned.
There is someone guarding it.
She went straight over.
"Who?" the servant asked alertly.
She looked calm and said, "I am following the orders of the young master to persuade the four major families to surrender."