Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

he had to be wary of everyone.

All of a sudden, she felt that being an emperor was exhausting—there was not a moment when he could let his guard down.

“Then what’s your next step?” she could not help asking.
“I’ll beat him at his own game,” said Beitang You evenly.

Yaoyao nodded.
“That’s a good idea.
We’ll trick Prince Chen into thinking that his plan has succeeded, then seize him in one fell swoop once he lets his guard down.”

Beitang You chuckled, the fatigue on his face seeming to fade a little.
“Smart girl! It appears that my future empress is a brilliant strategist too.”

Yaoyao recognized the teasing edge in his tone and shot him an annoyed look.
“I’m done talking to you.
I need to go back and take a bath.”

Beitang You approached her from behind the table.
“I’ll walk you back.”

“No need for that—my room’s just nearby.
It’d be a hassle for you to walk me back.” Yaoyao hurriedly refused as she eyed the Palace Memorials on his table.
“I’ve wasted a lot of your time talking to you, so you should get back to work—don’t worry about me.” She started to make her way outside, but he grabbed her wrist.

“What’re you…” Yaoyao stopped short and froze when she felt a cool sensation on her forehead.

“Good night, my princess.” Beitang You straightened up and smiled at her.

“Escort the princess back to her room,” Beitang You ordered Chen Jin in a low voice.

“Yes, Master.” Chen Jin, who had been desperately trying to blend into the background all this time, finally responded.

“See you, then,” said Yaoyao softly.

“See you.
Sleep properly—don’t kick off your blankets,” Beitang You warned.

Startled, Yaoyao glanced at him in puzzlement.
How did he know she kicked her blankets in her sleep?