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After obtaining Shi Qianxi’s consent, Jiang Chen indeed got up and left with the attendant.

And his demeanor didn’t reveal any abnormalities.

He had to leave.

If he didn’t, what would he do?

Wait for that self-proclaimed "boss lady" to come looking for him?

This is Apang Palace.

He is the big boss here.

If a scandal broke out in front of everyone, how would the business continue? What about his reputation?

As Boss Jiang, in such a large venue, there must be many trivial matters to worry about, especially being under the Imperial City where esteemed guests come from time to time, requiring him to exchange greetings.

Shi Qianxi, also a leader, completely empathized, so after watching someone for a while, she soon diverted her gaze without suspicion.

Unlike Princess Cao.

There was no need to worry about someone running away.

This is Apang Palace.

The monk can run, but can the temple?

"Whew..."

It seemed as though he had eyes on the back of his head. Once the gaze behind him was withdrawn, the seemingly composed man silently sighed in relief, and his previously tense body suddenly relaxed. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Thoughts are one thing, actions are another.

The wind blowing on Yongding Bridge indeed gave him a lot of "enlightenment," but aligning knowing and doing is a standard that even sages strive to practice.

He is just an ordinary person.

How could he become a sage overnight?

"Mr. Jiang."

When looking for a subordinate, find one who knows how to handle matters.

In the workplace, emotional intelligence is far more important than IQ.

The General Manager of the Apang Palace, Wan Wenya, is a typical example. Knowing the boss is "inconvenient," he successfully stalled the "boss lady," sent an attendant to give a heads up, and cleverly arranged the seating. He didn’t place it on the open second floor but chose a secluded corner on the first floor. The two tables were poles apart, unlikely to run into each other unless by the worst luck.

Meeting his gaze, Jiang Chen nodded calmly, "You go ahead."

Wan Wenya gave nothing away and turned to leave.

"It’s best to give a heads-up before coming."

Who is the only "boss lady" at Apang Palace, or rather, the current "boss lady"?

It could only be Miss Fujiwara from Sakura Country.

Even with Miss Fujiwara’s skills, she hadn’t noticed the tacit cooperation between this subordinate and superior, her smile vibrant: "It’s okay, if Jiang Sang is not here, Li Ji can wait in the room for Jiang Sang. But Li Ji’s luck is better than last time, isn’t it?"

Hmm.

Last time was in vain, waited so long.

This time.

She caught him right on.

Luck seems to ebb and flow; Boss Jiang surely didn’t find himself particularly lucky, but he certainly couldn’t just wave goodbye now, nor could he speak frankly.

Shi Qianxi might be unaware of Fujiwara Reiki’s existence, but this Japanese demoness probably knows his social circle inside out.

"During special times, let’s try to reduce private meetings."

Jiang Chen sat down; even if anxious, he couldn’t appear anxious, much less display it.

At such times.

It is the ultimate test of acting skills.

"Li Ji knows. But, Li Ji truly cannot suppress her longing for Jiang Sang. Every night, Jiang Sang appears in Li Ji’s dreams, yet upon waking, Jiang Sang is nowhere to be found. Can Jiang Sang understand that feeling?"

Jiang Chen’s face was expressionless.

Whether he could truly comprehend or not remains unknown.

It turns out that missing someone for a day felt like three years is no exaggeration.

Fujiwara Chairman, tortured by yearning, gazed lovingly at her beloved, "When Li Ji was in Japan, she could refrain from thinking, but now in Kyoto, at the thought of being in the same city as Jiang Sang, Li Ji cannot control herself..."

"Enough. Stop it."

The other party didn’t know how to blush, but as a listener, Jiang Chen could hardly endure it.

Even.

He really started reconsidering his own allure.

It’s actually quite normal.

Not seeing Mount Lu’s true appearance because one is in the very midst of it.

Often, people find it hardest to see themselves clearly.

Even in the era of sycophants, his charm was not insignificant, only lacking one crucial tool.

Wealth.

A grand firework still needs lighting to bloom above everyone’s heads.

And wealth.

Is the lighter that ignites the firework.

Why did Ai Qian fall for a person with nothing back then? Infidelity is another story.

Being chosen by a young and beautiful girl during those days of poverty speaks volumes.

"Is Mr. Jiang’s troublesome matter resolved somewhat?"

When told to stop, she indeed stopped; controlling herself is an uncommon trait.

"Sit for a while and then head back."

Jiang Chen said, without offering a direct answer, though his demeanor appeared slightly gentler.

No one can reach the finish line instantly.

As long as one is improving, it’s enough.

"It must be somewhat better; otherwise, Jiang Sang wouldn’t be so gentle with Li Ji."

"..."

Somehow, as a state guest, co-chairman of a bilateral association, and the Japanese Crown Princess, does she need to humble herself into the dust?

The pitiable words said, Fujiwara Reiki picked up a crystal clear glass.

Jiang Chen was absent-minded, silently calculating how much time had passed.

Don’t rely too much on Shi Qianxi’s patience.

"Go back earlier today, I’ll find you another day."

Unable to be in two places at once, Jiang Chen could only employ a delaying tactic.

Fujiwara Reiki similarly avoided answering, merely pushing the crystal glass slowly towards him.

In his absent-mindedness, Jiang Chen mindlessly picked it up and took a sip, then furrowed his brow.

"What is this?"

He looked at the clear liquid in the glass.