Although her father could be a bit materialistic at times, he was very good to her. If her father asked her to do it, then it should be okay.

Sang Yin sighed and did not give Sang Yao a clear answer. He said, “Forget it, forget it. I understand. You may leave, this matter is not urgent.”

When Sang Yao returned to her room,

The stars were twinkling outside the window, and the solitary moon hung in the vast night sky.

After bathing, she sat alone by the window, resting her cheek on her hand, looking out at the night sky. The cool night breeze brushed through her damp hair.

There is nothing wrong in the world, only people create troubles for themselves.

Sang Yao’s life had always been simple, living day by day without much consideration for her future.

She had no particular person in her heart, and her only desires were to have enough to eat and wear. In the end, it didn’t really matter who she married.

Moreover, looking on the bright side, in the eyes of everyone, Lu Ting was gentle, handsome, talented, and observant of propriety and etiquette. Especially compared to the Crown Prince, he shone even brighter. In the future, he might even have the possibility of ascending the throne.

So if she could become Lu Ting’s concubine, it would also be a good outcome for her.

However, despite this, she couldn’t control her annoyance, although she couldn’t pinpoint what was bothering her.

Feeling bored, Sang Yao lay back on her bed and took out the old booklet from under her pillow.

The edges of the book cover, which were originally curled, had been straightened out, and because it had been well preserved, it looked newer now than when Sang Yao first picked it up.

Sang Yao tried to imagine how Xie Yun would narrate the story as she had seen it during the day.

Opening the first page, the attempt failed.

How could he be so good at pretending!

Turning to the second page, the girl’s skin began to blush slightly.

On the third page, Sang Yao frowned.

On the fourth page, before finishing reading, Sang Yao snapped the booklet shut with a snap, then angrily stuffed it back under the pillow.

Disgusting! How can he be so clingy, calling her “darling” and “baby” when he feels like it, it’s really shameless.

After witnessing Xie Yun’s shameless behavior, she quickly pushed aside her annoyance with Lu Ting, cursing him in her mind, and then fell asleep, hugging the blanket.

As the night deepened, perhaps because she had spent too much time with Xie Yun today, this man appeared in her dream for the first time in her life.

The scenery was infinitely good, and the emperor set up a feast in the Imperial Forest Park.

He was still the same as today, dressed in black, with his long hair tied up, his face pale, his eyes deep and melancholic, exuding a gloomy beauty.

She followed the gaze of the crowd and landed on him.

The young powerful official looked indifferent, calmly presenting his case to the emperor.

She stared at him for a long time, but he never looked at her.

It wasn’t until he turned and sat down, casting a cold glance at her from a distance, that she was too scared to look again.

Then a glass of glass fell accidentally from her hand and rolled on the smooth white jade.

She got up and chased after the glass, which rolled to the man’s feet.

She squatted down to pick it up, but his long, slender fingers picked it up before her. She looked up at him, and he held the glass, looking down at her, then said, “Stand up.”

Sang Yao obediently stood up, and Xie Yun asked her, “Why are you sitting so far away?”

She stared at the glass and said, “Because the glass at that seat looks nice.”

Then, she bent down again, staring at Xie Yun’s cold face, tilted her head, and said, “Are you unhappy? Why?

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“What’s wrong with being a little gentle to me?”

Xie Yun stared into her eyes, seeming to soften a bit. He slowly raised his hand and, in front of everyone, pulled her into his arms.

She wanted to hug him, but the man didn’t allow it. He lifted her chin, his pitch-black eyes staring at her intently. He said, “Yao Yao made a mistake and needs to be punished.”

She didn’t understand and asked seriously, “How should I be punished?”

In the dream, reality and illusion intertwined. The man’s face was not very clear, but the spring light was shining. At this moment, in front of everyone, his clear and tired voice sounded very familiar.

He whispered in her ear, “What do you think, my naughty baby?”

The dream completely collapsed, and Sang Yao woke up abruptly.

She sat up suddenly, her head still a bit fuzzy.

In front of her was a room filled with moonlight, quiet all around.

Her long hair was messy, her heart almost jumping out of her chest. Her face was extremely hot, and when she lowered her head, she could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

One beat after another.

The voice from earlier seemed to still be in her ear, making her ears numb.

For a full half hour, the dream replayed in her mind, and she finally realized what she had dreamt about.

“…”

“…………”

What on earth was that!

What kind of nonsense was that!

Sang Yao felt ashamed and embarrassed, feeling that she had no face to see anyone for the rest of her life.

She hugged her head in pain, burying herself in the soft bedding, feeling like a boiled shrimp, her face red and her heart dead.

It must be because of that manual!

It’s all Xie Yun’s fault. He infected her with shamelessness.

This dream was too absurd, and Sang Yao couldn’t fall back asleep for the rest of the night.

Every time she closed her eyes, all she could think of was that unbearable and deserving-of-death sentence.

The next day, with dark circles under her eyes, Sang Yao got out of bed feeling ashen. Ran Dong stared at the girl’s face and said kindly, “Miss, did you have a nightmare?”

Sang Yao paused for a moment, then nodded.

She’d rather have had a nightmare.

Ran Dong said, “I’ve instructed the kitchen to prepare some poria cocos duck soup for you at noon. Would you like to sleep a bit more?”

Sang Yao shook her head and said, “It’s okay.”

Ran Dong continued, “By the way, Miss, this morning, Miss Li sent over an invitation.”

Sang Yao then became more awake. She asked, “From Li Yao Ge?”

Ran Dong replied with a sound of agreement while combing Sang Yao’s hair. “It’s an invitation to go outing together. But if you don’t want to go, you can decline.”

Sang Yao pursed her lips and said after a while, “I’ll accept this time.”

She had declined once before, and it wouldn’t be good to decline again this time.

Moreover, Li Yao Ge’s father was the Minister of Justice. Sang Yao secretly thought, what if Minister Li got upset and caused trouble for her father.