Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

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Yuan Xin pulled Hexin along, intending to welcome his arrival at the door.

“There is no need for the trouble, Aunt Xin.
Since he is already here, I’ll return to the Palace with him.” Yaoyao stood up.

All of them headed to the mansion doors.

Beitang You’s personal horse-drawn carriage was parked right outside.
Yuan Xin wanted to kneel in greeting with Hexin, but was stopped by Beitang You.
“There is no need for formalities, Princess Consort Rui.
I’ll be returning to the Palace after I pick up Yaoyao.” With that, he turned to look at Yaoyao and reached his hand out to her.
“Please get into the carriage, Yaoyao.”

Yaoyao had no choice but to go to him.
She placed her hand in his palm.
“Why are you out of the Palace?”

“I’m here to pick you up,” Beitang You spoke with natural ease.
He looked at the fair, tender, little hand in his palm and a smile flashed in his eye.
After that, he held her hand and helped her into the carriage.

He followed behind her into the carriage.

Yaoyao pulled up the blinds once she got into the carriage and said her goodbyes to Yuan Xin and Hexin, who were standing next to it.
“Aunt Xin, Xinxin, I’m leaving for the Palace now.”

“Alright.
Be careful.
Come out of the Palace tomorrow.
I’ll take you around capital city,” Yuan Xin said to her.

“Okay.” Yaoyao returned to her seat in the carriage.

As they watched the carriage leave, Hexin hugged Yuan Xin’s arm and asked, “Mother, do you think His Majesty harbors intentions for Yaoyao?”

Yuan Xin darted a look at her in exasperation and berated, “Be careful with your choice of words.”

Hexin pouted.
“There’s no one here anyway.
Can’t I say what I want?”

Yuan Xin sighed.
“It looks like His Majesty does have feelings for Yaoyao, but Yaoyao seems to be a little slow when it comes to her feelings.
From what I can see, she didn’t seem to notice His Majesty’s feelings for her.”

Hexin nodded.
“I feel the same way.”

Yuan Xin glared at her.
“What do you know when you’re still so young?”

“Whatever you know, Mother, I do too,” Hexin said with a chortle.

Yuan Xin shook her head.
Was her daughter too mature for her age?