Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

stand up.
Since he was asking for Ji’er’s hand in marriage, he was willing to kneel for however long it took.

Besides, he was already ashamed that he was asking to marry Ji’er in his current situation, so it was only right that he kneel a little longer.

He assumed a solemn and sincere expression.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness, I… would like to ask for Princess Ji’er’s hand in marriage, and I hope you can grant me this favor.”

Although Lu Liangwei had already guessed that he was going to ask them for Ji’er’s hand in marriage, she was still astounded to hear him formally say it.

She had thought that Ji’er’s journey to pursuing love would be a bumpy one, given the previous state of affairs between her and Chu Qi.

Never had she expected that Ji’er would be able to conquer Chu Qi in just a few days.

In fact, he was even formally proposing to them right now.

Long Yin was taken aback as well, and he instinctively looked at his father.

Sure enough, his father’s frown deepened into a glower.

Long Yang’s mind was in turmoil.
If it were someone else who had made this request, he would have grabbed him and beaten him up, but it was Chu Qi—the child he had raised himself.

Moreover, he saved Ji’er’s life.
Without him, Ji’er would not be alive today.

Therefore, despite the conflict and anger in his heart, he smothered his rage.
However, his face was expressionless as he boomed, “A few years ago, I offered to arrange a marriage for you, but you refused me ungratefully and went away to the frontier.
Now, you’re an old man, yet you come back and ask to marry Ji’er.
Do you not know how old you are, Chu Qi?”

The corners of Lu Liangwei’s mouth twitched sharply, and she looked at Long Yang incredulously.

As for Zhao Qian, he kept his head bowed as he thought to himself, ‘Is Master seriously scolding other people for being too old? He was just as old back then when he stubbornly insisted and adopted every possible means to make a girl so much younger than him his empress!’

Long Yin stared at his father in bewilderment too.

If he remembered correctly, was Father not fifteen years older than Mother?

How could he bring himself to rebuke Lil Qi so shamelessly?