Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

e Emperor of Great Shang, I have come on behalf of Southern Xinjiang to offer our utmost respect and declare our eternal submission.
Therefore, I humbly ask that you…”

Long Yang could discern Man Li’s character and the intention behind her words right away.

Although he wished to grant Chu Qi a marriage, he did not want to force a woman like this on him either.

Therefore, he interrupted her coolly, “Thank you for taking the effort to travel all the way here, Princess Man Li.
You may return to your seat.”

Princess Man Li was stunned.
She was certain that the Emperor of Great Shang had understood her intention.

So had Lu Liangwei.
Seeing Princess Man Li rooted to the spot, she quickly said to the servants, “Help Princess Man Li back to her seat.”

Immediately, a servant approached the frozen-faced Princess Man Li and showed her back to her seat.

Ji’er drew close to Yaoyao and whispered something in her ear.

Yaoyao nodded and tugged at Chu Qi’s sleeve, motioning for him to lower his head.

Chu Qi wanted to ignore her, but seeing Ji’er nod at him, he reluctantly lowered his head.

Yaoyao put her mouth to his ear and said cheekily, “Lil Sis said you’re not allowed to marry Man Li.”

Chu Qi’s eyes flickered over to Ji’er in surprise.

Ji’er stared at him expectantly, her lips slightly pursed.

Chu Qi replied wearily, “I’ve never thought of getting married.”

Yaoyao relayed his response to Ji’er without leaving out a single word.

Ji’er beamed, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

Yaoyao put an arm around her shoulder and pretended to chide her like an adult.
“Ji’er, you’re being too controlling.
How could you forbid Big Bro Lil Qi from getting married?”

Ji’er answered without batting an eye, “I didn’t forbid him from getting married—he said that himself.
I only forbade him from marrying Man Li.
That woman looks like bad news.”

Lin Qingyuan, who was sitting close by, was flabbergasted when she heard this.

She turned to Long Xuan and exclaimed, “Princess Ji’er is only nine, isn’t she? Why does she talk like an adult?”

Long Xuan chuckled.
“She’s right, though.”