"Princess, you already have a prince, why do you want to provoke other people?"
Liu Jiameng was also straight-tempered. If Jiang Wan dared to ask, she would dare to tell him the reason.
"other people?"
Jiang Wan's eyebrows moved, and her mind quickly flashed through the men she had been in contact with since coming to Kyoto.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, Jiang Wancai said, "Who are you talking about?"
"The Emperor himself said that he likes you!"
Liu Jia dreamed of going all out to express her feelings to the emperor. She was furious at the cold expression on the emperor's face when he rejected her.
"It's the love between siblings. I treat the emperor as his younger brother, and he treats me as his older sister."
Jiang Wan didn't believe it. The emperor was young and looked at her with wet eyes.
How can there be any affection between men and women?
"impossible."
Liu Jiameng didn't believe it, "He has so many royal sisters, but you are the only one missing."
Those sisters didn't end well.
"He grew up being bullied by those imperial sisters."
Jiang Wan looked at her seriously, "If it were you, would you regard those people as your sisters?"
Liu Jiameng froze on the spot, her mouth opened blankly, "I...I don't know."
She was raised in a boudoir and knew little about these things.
What's more, the emperor was not outstanding in the past, and even the ministers often ignored him.
"Miss Liu, do you like the eighth prince who was once a prince, or the one who has become the emperor now?"
Jiang Wan's sharp words made Liu Jiameng's face pale. There was no doubt that she liked the emperor who was dressed in bright yellow.
"I...I rarely saw him before."
"Although the emperor was not favored at that time, he would always attend any large banquet."
Jiang Wan sighed slightly, "I treated his face, and he wants to repay me, so why not treat me well?"
Yes, the Eighth Prince at that time wore a mask every day.
Even if he had seen it, Liu Jiameng had long forgotten it.
"What you like is just him with the halo around him now."
Jiang Wan mercilessly exposed Liu Jiameng's fantasy. No one is born so handsome and has rights.
Liu Jiameng looked pale, "I'm not, it's my father. My father and the others said that I will enter the palace in the future."
"Then you wait for the draft."
Jiang Wan knew the ambitions of every minister, but she would not allow others to bully her.
"Don't make arrangements between the emperor and me in the future. After all, he is not someone you can offend."
After that, Jiang Wan said to the servant not far away: "Send Miss Liu out of the house."
"You...you drive me away?"
Liu Jiameng felt a little embarrassed. If everyone knew that she was kicked out by the princess, would she still hang out in Kyoto?
"I'm not chasing you, everyone has left."
Jiang Wan twitched her mouth speechlessly, "Is it possible that you are still staying at my place?"
Liu Jiameng took a look and realized that Jiang Wan was right. The guests had already dispersed.
She was the last one to leave because she had to go to the toilet.
"No, princess."
Liu Jiameng fled, Jiang Wan returned with a basin of warm water, and Song Jiuyuan was already painting the ending.
The cold-looking girl stands among the cold plums, with snowflakes falling on her hair, and the picture is beautiful.
"Nice painting."
Jiang Wan did not hesitate to praise him, raised her hand, held his fingertips and washed them in warm water with gentle movements.
"Not as good as Wanwan."
Song Jiuyuan lowered his eyes and looked at his ink-stained fingertips being washed clean by Jiang Wan. She took the handkerchief and wiped his fingers one by one.
"Each one has his own merits."
Jiang Wan looked serious, and the lips she had kissed just now seemed to be blushing. Song Jiuyuan couldn't help but bend down and kiss her.
"What should I do, Wanwan, whenever you get close to me, I can't control myself."
His voice was curled, mixed with helplessness, and Jiang Wan's eyes shone with a charming light.
"Then don't control."
She put down the veil, got into his coat, and listened to his heartbeat that was beating faster and faster.
Thump thump thump…
Combined with her heartbeat, it was like a beautiful piece of music.
"Little uncle."
Just at this moment, Poria's cold figure appeared. When she caught a glimpse of Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan's movements, she turned around for a second.
"I'll come find you later."
She was running very fast. Jiang Wan stood on her toes and pinched the tips of Song Jiuyuan's ears.
"Look, Poria cocos was scared away by you."
"I also thought she disturbed our fun."
Song Jiuyuan raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles on her coat. Don't worry, they will soon be able to stick together every day.
"Go back and say goodbye to your parents. I'll wait for you tomorrow morning."
Jiang Wan knew that the Song family would definitely be reluctant to leave them, but for her father, there was nothing she could do.
"Um."
Song Jiuyuan took both paintings away before leaving, saying that he wanted to keep them.
Jiang Wan just followed him.
As soon as he left, Fuling came to Jiang Wan on the back, "Little uncle, do we really want to take Cheng Jin with us?"
She had just been asked out by the Cheng family, and thinking of what Mrs. Cheng said, she felt a little depressed.
"It doesn't count as a companion, it can only be said as a companion."
Jiang Wan looked at her strangely, "Fu Ling, what's wrong with you?"
"Cheng Jin's mother just met me."
Fu Ling lowered her eyes and said, "He said the goods from Jiangnan are not in a hurry, and he wanted me to persuade Cheng Jin to stay."
"You can't decide this matter. This is Cheng Jin's own choice."
Jiang Wan frowned, but she didn't expect that the Cheng family would take advantage of her while she was busy.
She knew that no matter how mild-tempered the Cheng family was, they would not let Cheng Jin marry a woman who could not help their Cheng family.
"That's what I said too."
Fu Ling was a little unhappy, "Why should I pay for his own decision?
No wonder Miss Sang doesn't want to marry her. It seems that the Cheng family is in deep trouble. "
"Okay."
Jiang Wan comforted Fuling, "You are planning to go to the Cheng family anyway, so don't worry."
When she mentioned Sang Tian, her eyebrows arched, "As for Miss Sang, she already has a destination. Don't put her together with Cheng Jin in the future."
It was the unruly young master who protected Sang Tian last time. He was a little younger, but his heart and eyes were full of Sang Tian.
I think the two of them will live well in the future.
"I know."
Just as Fuling was about to say something, Cheng Jin came in a hurry and caught a glimpse of her figure, and Fuling immediately shut up.
"Uncle Junior, I'm going to pack my luggage first."
After she finished speaking, she didn't even look back, and just wanted to run into the house, but Cheng Jin quickly caught her.
"Fu Ling, don't leave yet, listen to my explanation."
"Explain what?"
Fu Ling glanced at him coldly, finally changed her mind about him, and now she doesn't want to talk to him.
Jiang Wan felt that she was a little redundant, and Cheng Jin became anxious, "I'm sorry, Fuling, I didn't know that my mother would look for you.
It is indeed my problem that has caused you trouble, and I will take care of it. "
"Cheng Jin."
Fu Ling turned to look at him, "Tell your mother that I will not interfere in your decision, and I will not be interested in anything about the Cheng family."
"Poria."
Cheng Jin panicked, "I know, I know you are not interested in the Cheng family. It's me, it's my wishful thinking."
