Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

ll have a lifetime to spend with you, Your Majesty.
Now go—I don’t want to see you in such a scruffy state.”

Hearing this, Long Yang shot to his feet hastily.
“All right, I’ll go and clean up right now.
Promise that you’ll wait for me to come back, Weiwei.”

“I will.” Lu Liangwei gazed at him warmly.

Only then did Long Yang walk over to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder every step of the way.

With a sigh, the Dowager Duchess walked up to Lu Liangwei and took her hand, patting it gently.
“You’ve suffered a lot this time, my girl.”

The sight of the old woman’s bloodshot eyes told Lu Liangwei how much torment her grandmother had gone through for the past few days.
Shaking her head, she said through tears, “I’m sorry for making you worry, Grandmother.”

“I’m just glad you’re awake.” The Dowager Duchess started tearing up again.

Lu Liangwei propped herself up anxiously to wipe her tears for her, but was stopped by the Dowager Duchess.

“You’re still very weak—you just gave birth, and you were in a coma for a few days.
Just lie down and rest.”

Aunt Lan handed over a handkerchief.

The Dowager Duchess took it and dabbed at her eyes.
When she raised her head again, her eyes had returned to their usual clearness, and there was relief on her face.

“You were so brave—you gave birth to two children in one go,” the Dowager Duchess suddenly praised.
“You’ve been to hell and back, but it was worth it.
Both of them are beautiful and adorable.”

Lu Liangwei was startled.
“Two?” She remembered that she had clearly heard another child’s cries when her soul had left her body.

She thought she had given birth to three children, but were there actually only two of them?

The Dowager Duchess’s heart sank at the sight of her bewildered expression.
“Yes, you got a pigeon pair.
You’re amazing, Weiwei.”

Aunt Lan chimed in, “Do you want to see them, Second Miss? I’ll ask the Grand Princess to bring them over.”

“Yes, please.” Suppressing her confusion, Lu Liangwei nodded with the urgency of a mother.

Aunt Lan left the room quickly.

Not long after, Long Qingzhi and Aunt Lan came in, each with a baby in their arms.

Seeing Lu Liangwei staring at the child in her arms, Long Qingzhi felt her heart drop to her stomach, but she continued smiling nonchalantly.
“The children just woke up, Weiwei.
Maybe they could tell that their mother was anxious to see them.”