Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

she said to Long Yang excitedly, “Your Majesty, can you reach that branch?”

Long Yang’s towering height enabled him to reach it effortlessly.

He already knew what Lu Liangwei wanted without needing her to explain.
With a little force, he pulled down the branch laden with peaches and angled it toward her.
“Go ahead, pick them.”

Lu Liangwei plucked the largest one.

“The others look good too,” said Long Yang.

Lu Liangwei shook her head, holding the large pink peach in her hands contentedly.

Long Yang could only release his grip.

Without the pressure to hold it down, the branch snapped back in place, quivering a little before finally returning to its motionless state.

After taking a few more steps, Lu Liangwei set her eyes on another large peach, and Long Yang repeated his action of bending the branch.

Lu Liangwei’s hands were full now, so she had no choice but to turn and pass the first peach to Chu Qi who was standing closest to her.

Chu Qi’s lips twitched slightly as he stared at the peach in his hands.

Zhao Qian could tell from his expression that he was scheming something, and he quickly warned, “Her Highness only wants you to hold it for her.
It’s not for you to eat.”

Chu Qi shot him a look.
“Meanie!”

Zhao Qian, “…”

How was he a meanie?

After working together for so long, he had come to know this brat like the back of his hand.

He had clearly been eyeing the peach greedily just now.

Chu Qi glanced at Lu Liangwei, who was standing in front of another tree, her eyes fixed on another peach.

Seeing this, Chu Qi suddenly shot his hand out and felt around Zhao Qian’s pockets for a while before fishing out a spotless white handkerchief.

Zhao Qian glared at him.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Lend me your handkerchief,” said Chu Qi flatly.

Zhao Qian was still trying to figure out why Chu Qi wanted to borrow his handkerchief when he saw the insufferable brat wrap it around the peach in his hands and rub it vigorously.