Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

ors, Zhao Qian returned.

“Master, Her Highness is taking a walk in the imperial garden.
Would you like to go there?”

Long Yang wrinkled his brow, feeling a little exposed.

“No.”

With that, he strutted out the doors.

Zhao Qian was about to go after him when he heard his master say, “I don’t want anyone following me.”

Zhao Qian and Chu Qi exchanged glances.
Where was Master going?

A moment later, Zhao Qian shook his fly-whisk and said in perplexion, “I thought Master was going to see the Empress.”

Chu Qi shot him a look.
“He is going to see the Empress.”

Zhao Qian was briefly taken aback before recovering his senses.
“You mean Master doesn’t want us to know?”

Chu Qi remained silent.

Zhao Qian sighed with emotion.
“Master’s being really awkward.
What’s there to hide from us? When he was courting the Empress, he used to frequent her maiden room at night and forgo his dignity just to see her.
Now that she’s already his woman, what else does he have to worry about?”

“Master,” Chu Qi suddenly lifted his head and called out.

With a start, Zhao Qian fell to his knees, almost ready to raise his hand and slap himself.

“Please cease your anger, Master.
I was running my mouth, please forgive…” He looked up, only to find that the master was nowhere in sight.

Realization dawned on him, and he immediately shot up and glared at Chu Qi.
“You brat, how dare you fool me? I’m going to beat the living daylights out of you!”

Before he could pounce on Chu Qi and strangle him, Chu Qi had already darted off.

Zhao Qian roared with rage.

In the imperial garden.

Lu Liangwei had finished her stroll and was about to go back when a shadow suddenly fell over her.

Looking at the man who had appeared before her, Lu Liangwei blinked in surprise, and collecting herself, she took a step back and curtsied to him.
“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

Long Yang’s gaze landed on the top of her head.
After a while, he said airily, “Rise.”