Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

at Lu Yunshuang would not achieve her ambitions.

Lu Liangwei also had no idea where her slip-up had occurred; why had Long Yang begun to notice her?

Long Yang was already thirty this year, and this physical body of hers was only fifteen.
Even though she was not exactly a child, as far as Long Yang was concerned, did she not seem too young?

There was a gap of fifteen years between them—more than a dozen years, in fact.

Of course, it was not that she minded Long Yang being older than her.
In reality, she had been twenty-two in her past life.
Even though she now had the body of a fifteen-year-old girl, she was already mentally and emotionally mature.

Lu Liangwei did not consider a man of thirty to be old.
Instead, she felt that thirty was the age when a man was most attractive.

A younger man could never compare with such a man in terms of experience and bearing.

The only thing she minded was his status as the Emperor.

She was not at all against the idea of marriage.
If Long Yang had been an ordinary man, she would have very happily married him.

However, he was the Emperor.

Being the Emperor meant that he had an imperial harem filled with innumerable beauties.

Even though Long Yang’s imperial harem was by no means so extravagant at the moment with only four consorts, it was enough to stop her in her tracks.

She sighed once again, and Yu Zhu could not help asking quietly, “Miss, are you worried about what happened last night?”

To be honest, Zhu Yu found it rather odd.
After what happened last night, she thought that today’s arena for choosing a bridegroom would certainly be called off.

Yet, the event still took place as planned, and Miss had still come as well.

She was a little puzzled—what exactly was her mistress thinking?

Lu Liangwei shook her head.
“I’m fine.
Don’t overthink matters.”

Zhu Yu scrunched up her small face.

Miss had sighed quite a number of times—how could she be fine?

Miss had to be troubled over what happened with His Majesty, was she not?

In her heart, Zhu Yu felt deeply unsettled, but she did not dare inform the Dowager Duchess about this.

While both mistress and maid were sighing away, the sign-ups were already coming to an end.
Steward Wang had someone come and temporarily take the table away.

Even though this was an arena for choosing a bridegroom, not everyone was capable of going onto the arena stage and competing in a match.

Steward Wang chose the potential candidates with great care.

Finally, after deciding upon the number of participants, the matches began.