Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

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Judging from this young man’s magnificent clothing and imposing demeanor, he definitely hailed from a distinguished background.
If she managed to woo him

However, before she could get close, Beitang You’s attendant stopped her.

Beitang You rose and left without sparing her a single glance.

The General Mansion.

Beitang You and Chu Qi were considered old acquaintances, and since the former was returning to his kingdom the next day, Chu Qi decided to hold a farewell banquet for him in his mansion.

When Beitang You came back, he was immediately ushered to the dining hall.

When he arrived at the doors to the dining hall, he happened to run into Yaoyao, who was heading along the corridor toward him.

Beitang You paused in his step as he recalled his trip to the brothel, and he felt a sudden urge to explain himself to her.

They were going to bid each other farewell the next day, and after that, they would probably never cross paths again.

However, this girl before him was the adorable child he knew from back then.

He hoped that he could leave a somewhat decent impression on her.

However, just when he was about to approach her, he heard Yaoyao snort softly.
Then, she strode into the dining hall, giving him a wide berth as if she was avoiding the plague.

Beitang You, “…”

Upon entering the hall, he discovered that Chu Qi and Ji’er had not yet arrived.
He and Yaoyao were the only ones there.

Yaoyao was lounging in her seat with her chin in her hands, but her eyes seemed to rake schemingly over the attendant behind Beitang You,

Beitang You noticed her gaze, much to his perplexion, and he glanced over his shoulder at his attendant.

His attendant was a good-looking young man, though not particularly tall.

He froze when he noticed his master glancing his way.

He could not help feeling that there was some sort of irritation in the way his master looked at him.

He scratched his head, wondering where he had failed to perform well.

Yaoyao’s expression remained cool as she withdrew her gaze.
A plan had formed inside her mind.