Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

ang’s arms, and an idea came to her.
Changing her target, she drew a whip sword from her waist and lunged at Lu Liangwei.

However, it was exactly that move that would bring her to her doom.

Murderous intent clouded Long Yang’s features.
He had initially intended to capture her alive, but now he would no longer show mercy.
With a flick of his sleeve, he sent a blast of tremendous energy straight at her skull.

The girl was alarmed, but before she could even dodge, her body was struck by the gust of energy.

She was thrown backward by the blast before crashing to the floor.

Right away, blood spurted from her mouth and painted the floor beneath her crimson.

There was intense hatred in her eyes as she glared at Long Yang.

“You…”

That was all she could utter before crumpling lifelessly to the floor.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Soon, someone came to their senses and let out a scream, “He killed her—”

Only then did everyone recover from their stupor and bolt for the entrance.

Freeing herself from Long Yang’s embrace, Lu Liangwei examined a few poisoned guests nearby.

Despite the high toxicity of the poison, curing the victim would not be too difficult, much to her relief.

She caught hold of a random worker and gave him a few instructions and some gold.
After he left to purchase the medicine, she left Peony Pavilion with Long Yang.

Lin Qingyuan had already left before Long Yang started retaliating against Peony Pavilion.

At this moment, she was waiting in a dark alley.

Soon, she spotted Long Yang and Lu Liangwei exiting Peony Pavilion and heading in her direction.

“Qingyuan, I think you should go back first,” Lu Liangwei spoke first when she saw her waiting there.

Glancing at the throng swarming out of Peony Pavilion in panic, Lin Qingyuan asked in concern, “What happened? Was there an accident?”

“An assassin appeared, that’s all.
It’s getting late—you should hurry home.” Lu Liangwei patted her on the shoulder, though she did not elaborate on the disaster that had unfolded in Peony Pavilion a while ago.

Seeing the Emperor giving instructions to a covert guard he had just summoned from the shadows, Lin Qingyuan nodded.
“All right then; I’ll get going first.
You should go back soon too.”

“All right.” Lu Liangwei nodded.

On the way home, Lin Qingyuan saw a troop of palace guards race past her on horseback and in the direction of Peony Pavilion.

She paused in her step.
What on earth had happened in Peony Pavilion just now?

Even the palace guards had been dispatched—it seemed that things were not going to be peaceful in the imperial capital that night!