Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

e possible that Zeng Lunan knew a way to change another person’s breathing and pulse?

“Zhao Qian, bring Lu Yunshuang’s maidservant to me,” Long Yang suddenly ordered.

“Yes, Master.” Zhao Qian was just beside them and had naturally heard his master and Chu Qi’s conversation.
At his master’s order, he immediately headed to the Eastern Palace.

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Meanwhile, Lu Liangwei had lain in the bedchamber for a while and was growing bored.
She had taken a nap in the Grand Duke Mansion, so there was not a single ounce of sleepiness in her now.
After thinking for a moment, she sat up in bed.
Seeing this, Zhu Yu rushed forward to support her, her heart aching at the sight of the bandages on her neck.
“How did you get hurt, Miss? All you did was take a trip to the Cool Mountains.”

During this Autumn Hunt, she merely stayed in the palace and did not follow.

“Tm fine.
It’s just a minor injury.” Explaining how she got injured would be too much work, so Lu Liangwei saved herself the trouble and made a move to stand up.
“I want to go out for a walk.”

Zhu Yu stopped her quickly and reminded, “But before His Majesty left, he told you not to go anywhere and just rest.”

“Excuse me, who’s your mistress now? Do you listen to him or me?” Lu Liangwei was a little irked.

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She had indeed injured her neck, but it was not even that serious.
There was no way she could just lie in bed until the wound healed.

Sensing her mistress’s annoyance, Zhu Yu grinned and said, “I usually listen to you, but you’re injured now, and I agree with His Majesty, so I’ll listen to him.
You should just lie down and rest obediently so your wound can heal faster.”
“..” Lu Liangwei felt a little dizzy listening to her.

“Please lie down, Miss.” Seeing that Lu Liangwei had gone quiet, Zhu Yu helped her onto her back carefully.

However, Lu Liangwei suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“Zhu Yu.”

Taken aback, Zhu Yu could not help feeling flustered at the sight of her grave expression.
“Wh… What’s wrong?”