Rong Ling glanced at Yu Hanzhi, and Yu Hanzhi, realizing something, also looked at Rong Ling. The two exchanged a look.
"Is it...?" Rong Ling hesitated for a moment, but Yu Hanzhi nodded, indicating that it should be so.
Dugu Lianbai turned his head to look at the two of them, assuming they were answering his question: "Indeed, it's quite good."
Only Rong Ling and Yu Hanzhi knew what had happened.
Rong Ling clapped his folding fan and said, "I just remembered, I have something to do. You guys take your time, I'm leaving now."
After saying that, he turned and left. Dugu Qianchen smiled and shook his head: "You must have taken a fancy to some girl."
"Definitely," Dugu Lianbai agreed.
Yu Hanzhi also wanted to find an excuse to leave, but he didn't expect Rong Ling to beat him to it, which was a miscalculation.
If he leaves at this time, it will arouse suspicion, and if the Emperor finds out that Ning Jiu'er went out with a strange man, we're doomed.
Shang Xian held a few pieces of rice candy in his hand, and offered one to Shen Yi's lips. He didn't particularly like sweets, but...
He opened his mouth and put the rice candy in it.
"Is it good?" Shang Xian stuffed another one into his mouth.
Shen Yi always felt like someone was following him. Mo Xi's buff was really good; he could sense even the slightest movement.
Shen Yi leaned closer to Shang Xian and whispered, "Someone's following us. We'll head towards a less crowded area later."
Shang Xian walked into the crowd, and Shen Yi was no longer by her side, but she knew that Shen Yi had been hiding in the shadows all along.
Unknowingly, Shang Xian walked into a small alley. Suddenly, she turned around and, in the dim moonlight, she could vaguely see a man holding a folding fan.
Judging from the gold threads on his clothes that reflected the moonlight, he must be some powerful or influential person.
She paused for three seconds before saying, "Stop playing with your fan."
"Oh?" Rong Ling held the folding fan in his hand and played with it for a while.
"You're good at playing with fans, but your older brother died young, so I advise you to play with fans less," Shang Xian said seriously.
"..." Rong Ling suddenly felt that the folding fan in his hand was meaningless. Although he did not have an older brother and was the only son in the family, he still could not bear to hear these words.
"Why are you following me?" Shang Xian slowly approached him.
"Should I call you Ning Jiu'er or Your Majesty the Empress?" Rong Ling asked.
Shang Xian was taken aback: "You recognize me?"
"Otherwise, what would I do with you?" Rong Ling continued toying with his fan.
Shang Xian subconsciously glanced at the top of his head, where his introduction was displayed—
Dugu Qianchen's close friend, the eldest son of the Duke of Dingguo's family, and the young Marquis Rong.
"Then may I ask what brings you here?" Shang Xian asked politely.
Rong Ling sighed: "We came out with the Emperor, what do you think?"
Shang Xian thought back for a moment, recalling four men who seemed to radiate a dazzling aura as they passed by her: "No way, those four were you guys?"
Rong Ling winked at her: "Don't worry, the Emperor doesn't know. I made up an excuse to run away."
"That's good," Shang Xian breathed a sigh of relief.
"But who was that man just now? If the Emperor finds out, you're finished, and you'll implicate the entire Prime Minister's residence," Rong Ling began to lecture Shang Xian earnestly.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Shang Xian twirled Rong Ling's sleeve with two fingers, certain that Rong Ling wouldn't tell anyone. If he wanted to, he would have already told Dugu Qianchen.
Rong Ling raised an eyebrow: "Guess?"
"Young Master, we're like family, don't be like this. It's always good to leave room for maneuver so we can meet again in the future." It's better to build a good relationship with him.
Rong Ling was suddenly stunned, looking at Shang Xian with a strange smile on his face.
Shang Xian waved his hand in front of him: "Wake up."
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