Shang Changge said he wouldn't see him, but Jing Xiuming still wanted to see him.
This time they were smarter; they sent a servant to tell the princess that they had something important to offer.
He also added a note, stating that the princess would definitely be interested in these two items.
In the small pavilion where one can appreciate the rain, the autumn rain falls incessantly.
Shang Changge changed to a rosewood chair, exuding the dignified elegance of a princess.
He picked up the freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea from the maid, took a sip to refresh himself, and then looked at Jing Xiuming with clear, nonchalant eyes, saying:
"You've disturbed my enjoyment of the rain, Physician Jing, you'd better have something to do."
Jing Xiuming: "Can't I see my sister if there's nothing wrong...?"
Jing Xiuming's eyelids drooped sadly. His face and voice had changed, but his white robe remained the same. A light drizzle fell.
Her light brown eyes lifted to look at Shang Changge, her appearance obedient and docile, like a harmless white rabbit.
"But what can I do if I really want to see my sister?"
Unfortunately, Shang Changge neither liked this type nor was swayed by it.
She liked Xiao Ji's type—a mature, sexy man bursting with hormones.
She didn't want to answer Jing Xiuming's questions, which sounded like she was sick; she was selectively deaf.
"Knock knock knock, knock knock."
The rhythmic tapping of his fingertips on the table revealed Shang Changge's impatience.
bother,
If you have something to say, say it; otherwise, she'll kick you out.
Jing Xiuming wasn't stupid; before Shang Changge could exhaust his patience, he took out the two items he had brought.
Instead of specifying what they were, the two items were pushed in front of Shang Changge.
A roll of toilet paper and a white jade porcelain bottle.
Jing Xiuming: "These are two gifts for my sister. I believe she will like them."
Shang Changge guessed what was going on and very realistically curled her lips to reveal her pleasure.
Pick up the toilet paper, open it, glance at it, and then roll it up again after drawing detailed routes on it.
After rolling it up, he handed it to Qingyao and asked her to keep it safe. Then he picked up the white jade porcelain bottle, but didn't open it. He shook the bottle and asked...
"poison?"
Jing Xiuming: "Yes."
What was she worried about? She lowered her head, her tone cautious, almost drowned out by the patter of the light rain.
"Just a tiny one can kill silently; I think my sister should be able to use it."
Although Jing Xiuming didn't say it explicitly, Shang Changge pondered it based on Jing Xiuming's reaction and words.
It is estimated that the white jade porcelain bottle contained the poison that took the original owner's life, a colorless and odorless poison that could not be detected afterward.
Shang Changge definitely needs it.
He was so happy to receive two treasures that he almost burst out laughing. He accepted them without hesitation and handed them over to Qingyao for safekeeping.
Then Jing Xiuming's attitude changed completely, his smile becoming kind and friendly: "I like it very much, thank you!"
She's a polite person; of course she'd thank people for gifts.
In a good mood, she took the opportunity to inquire whether Jing Xiuming was satisfied with his current living conditions and work position at the manor.
Jing Xiuming was flattered, and his light brown eyes lit up: "I'm fine, sister, don't worry."
Shang Changge was just going through the motions, offering a polite reply of "that's good" and then there was no further communication.
This time, Jing Xiuming learned his lesson. Instead of speaking and provoking Shang Changge, he quietly sat and drank tea to minimize his presence.
He sipped his tea slowly, taking small sips, pausing after each sip to listen to Shang Changge's poem and appreciate the rain for a while before taking the next sip.
Shang Changge was determined to drive people away.
But they were quietly enjoying their tea. It's unreasonable to kick them out before they've even finished their cup of tea, especially after receiving a gift.
So Shang Changge held back, planning to send Jing Xiuming away as soon as he finished his cup of tea.
However,
Life is full of disappointments; things can't always go as planned.
Before Jing Xiuming could finish his tea, Xiao Ji and his beautiful younger brother arrived together, creating a subtle and awkward atmosphere.
Xiao Ji looked at Shang Changge but didn't say anything.
Shang Changge: ...
First, it's a misunderstanding; second, it's a coincidence.
The quiet and peaceful rain-viewing pavilion gradually turned into a battlefield as the two sat down.
Shang Changze, always eager for drama, broke the silence by speaking first after sitting down:
"Sister, you have such refined tastes."
His warm voice was tinged with obvious amusement, as if he wanted everyone to know how amused he was by the spectacle.
Shang Changge dismissed the inexplicable guilt she felt at that moment, glared at the person, and adopted the air of an elder sister, issuing a threatening warning:
"Stop being sarcastic. If I get angry, I'll even hit my own brother."
Then he turned to look at Xiao Ji, coughed lightly in an attempt to explain the situation, but what he said was:
"General Xiao, listen to my excuses, no, listen to my explanation."
Before Xiao Ji could respond, Shang Changze picked up his teacup, covered his face, and chuckled softly.
At this moment, Jing Xiuming stood up from his seat and, surprisingly, said sensibly:
"Sister, since you have guests to entertain, I'll head back now."
These words were exactly what Shang Changge wanted to hear, since what she was about to say was not suitable for Jing Xiuming to be present, so she waved her hand to signal the person to leave.
Shang Changze: "Wait a minute."
Just as Jing Xiuming was about to leave, Shang Changze put down his teacup and called him back.
With eyes and brows that bore a striking resemblance to Shang Changge, displeasure surfaced as she looked at Jing Xiuming.
"What did you just call my elder sister?"
His words carried a chilling undertone, adding to the coldness of the autumn rain.
Jing Xiuming stopped in his tracks, neither humble nor arrogant, as if neither the Crown Prince Shang Changze nor the god of war general Xiao Ji could sway him.
To him, none of them mattered and none of them caught his eye; he only had eyes for Shang Changge.
Jing Xiuming glanced at Shang Changge and smiled, "Sister."
It's unclear whether this "sister" was a response to Shang Changze or simply an opportunity to call Shang Changge "sister" one more time.
Shang Changze's judgment leaned more towards the latter, and Wen Ya's face darkened.
...
Shang Changge: ...
Very well, the battleground between three people has instantly turned into a four-person battle.
Shang Changge felt that this chaotic situation was too crowded, so she decided to be the first to quit and simply give up.
It doesn't matter, let the chaotic situation develop however it may.
Come on, let the storm rage on!
……，……
……，……
None of the four spoke; the three men were in a tense atmosphere.
Qingyao, Duoming, the guards who came with Shang Changze, and the other maids and servants in the small building looked at each other in bewilderment.
Only Shang Changge,
She remained aloof, arms crossed, adopting a spectator's stance, as if watching a major spectacle.
After waiting for a long time without the show starting, Shang Changge regained the initiative after raising an eyebrow:
"Weren't we going to start arguing? Let's argue then. You don't want to argue, huh? Fine."
She looked at Jing Xiuming and ordered him to leave, "You, get out of here right now."
Jing Xiuming is now quite adept at gauging the situation; he leaves when Shang Changge tells him to.
After Jing Xiuming left, Shang Changge had Qingyao and the others evacuate, leaving only three people in the small building.
The light rain is still falling.
Shang Changge took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and after finishing, he watched Xiao Ji and Shang Changze explain the simple and crude explanations.
To Xiao Ji, she repeatedly emphasized: "I have no feelings for him."
To Shang Changze, state the facts: "He has a mouth to speak for himself."
After explaining, he clapped his hands, took out the crimson token given to him by Changsun Yanheng from his wide sleeve, and got to the point: "Alright, let's get down to business."
Xiao Ji: ...?
Shang Changze: ...?
Shang Changge didn't care what the two of them thought. She hadn't done anything wrong, so why should she explain herself so much?
After rambling on about the important matter, he looked at Shang Changze, the key figure in this matter.
Shang Changge: "Aze, what do you think?"
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