Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

own body—did he think he was still a youngster?

When Zhao Qian thought about it that way, he suddenly felt that it was all right for his master to indulge himself once in a while.

He smacked himself on the head disdainfully.

He should really stick to minding his own business!

The next day, Lu Liangwei felt as if her body had been taken apart and put back together again, for it ached terribly.

When she saw that the contented Emperor was still lying in bed, she immediately grew irritated.

He was already this old, yet he had tormented her like there was no tomorrow.

He refused to budge even when she wept.

All that just to get back at her for calling him useless?

He was, in fact, far from it—she was the useless one.

The longer Lu Liangwei studied his handsome sleeping face, the more annoyed she got; at the same time, a feeling of envy welled up in her.

He was already in his forties, yet his face was still radiant and his skin so frustratingly taut and flawless.

This man was truly blessed by the heavens.

She moved close to him, planning to bite him on the cheek so he would be too embarrassed to face the court officials.

Just when she was pondering where to make her mark, she felt a force pull her by the waist; the next instant, she found herself falling onto the man’s chest.

The man’s deep, dark eyes opened slowly, a half-smile on his face.
“Weiwei, you’re really getting weaker and weaker.”

Detecting the teasing undertone in his remark, Lu Liangwei grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his face.

B*stard—how dare he complain after taking advantage of her?

“Are you angry?” Long Yang effortlessly caught the “weapon” she had flung at him, a smile on his lips and amusement in his eyes.
The corners of Lu Liangwei’s mouth twitched—now she finally knew that this guy was getting back at her for insinuating that he was old and useless yesterday.

Somehow, the thought quelled her anger.
Casting him a cool glance, she said calmly, “Judging from Your Imperial Majesty’s performance last night, it seems that you were anxious to prove something.
Well, Your Majesty, you have done just that—you’re still as robust as ever, and I’m willing to admit defeat.”