Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

ook a step back warily.
“Do you have any orders for me, Your Highness?” She had not forgotten how the Emperor had almost killed her because the Empress had slept on her lap.

It was better to keep her distance from the Empress when Zhu Yu was not around.

Otherwise, if she were to violate the Emperor’s boundaries again, she might really end up dead.

“What’s with the formality?” Lu Liangwei was a little displeased.

Chu Jiu raised her eyes and peeked at her.
“You’re the Empress, and I’m your servant.
It is only right that I respect you.”

Lu Liangwei knew that she was terrified by what the Emperor had done last time, so she stopped teasing her.
She turned around and started heading out.
“I just wanted to ask if you were interested in hosting a competition to choose a bridegroom.”

Chu Jiu had been about to relax, but hearing this made her tense up once again.

Why were the Empress’s thoughts so random?

“I’ve noticed that there are quite a few fine men in the imperial army.
You’re not that young anymore, and it’d be great if you can choose someone from among them who suits your taste to be your husband.
That way, Butler Zhao won’t have to worry about your marriage anymore.” Lu Liangwei was thrilled.
“You’re a martial arts expert yourself, and I’m sure those imperial guards aren’t too weak either.
Just think about it—you’ll be in the arena, waiting for your suitors to challenge you, and anyone who wins can become your husband.”

Chu Jiu glanced at her unusually excited face as she thought to herself, ‘Is the Empress so bored that she wants to make me the object of her amusement?’

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“I’m not the best at martial arts.
If all of them beat me, who am I supposed to marry?”

“Well, you can take all of them if you want to,” Lu Liangwei said nonchalantly.

Chu Jiu was shocked.
“I’m not interested in that sort of thing.”

“Jiu, you’re definitely worthy of that.
If men can have harems, why can’t women?” Lu Liangwei challenged indignantly.

A corner of Chu Jiu’s mouth twitched stiffly as she stared past Lu Liangwei’s shoulder and suddenly dipped into a bow.
“Your Majesty.”

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