Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

the waist.

It did not hurt – in fact, the layer of clothes made it feel more like a tickle – but Long Yang suddenly let out a grunt.

Lu Liangwei, “…”

Behind them, Zhao Qian stopped abruptly in his tracks and stared suspiciously at his master walking ahead of him.

Did he hear wrong?

Lu Liangwei blushed furiously and poked Long Yang’s chest.

The Emperor was so wicked!

Ugh, how annoying!

Other people would think that she had done something unspeakable to him!

They continued squabbling all the way back to Grand Phoenix Palace.

When they reached the entrance, Long Yang finally put Lu Liangwei down.

Lu Liangwei was about to run off when he grabbed her wrist.
“Be careful where you walk.”

Lu Liangwei shot him a look.
“I’m not a child.”

Long Yang stroked her head.
Given the yawning age gap between them, she was just like a child to him.

“Of course you’re not,” he murmured nonchalantly as he let go of her hand and pulled her into his embrace.

Zhu Yu and Chu Jiu had been waiting outside.
When they spotted Lu Liangwei walking toward them with the Emperor’s arm around her, they immediately went forward to greet her.

“Miss, you’re finally back.
The food’s getting cold.
By the way, Miss Lin left in the afternoon.”

Lu Liangwei nodded and headed indoors with Long Yang.

Zhu Yu hurried inside to wait on her.

Chu Jiu stood guard outside the door.

She had followed the Empress to the imperial study in the afternoon, but when the Empress had not come out after a while, she had returned on her own.

Indoors, Long Yang helped Lu Liangwei remove her cloak, then led her to the bathroom to wash her hands.

“Did Lin Qingyuan come to the palace in the afternoon?”

Lu Liangwei nodded.
“Yes.”

“What did she say to you?” he asked casually.

Gazing at his handsome face, Lu Liangwei blinked, then suddenly said, “She said she met Li Tong’er.”