Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Indeed, Lu Tingchen already knew everything.

Minister Lin had told them about the situation in the imperial capital the moment he arrived at the frontier.

When they learned that Weiwei had been kidnapped to the Yan Kingdom by Long Chi not long after going through a difficult labor, they wanted nothing but to leave everything behind and search for her.

They only managed to restrain themselves when Minister Lin told them that the Emperor had personally gone to the Yan Kingdom.

Grandmother had hidden the news about Weiwei from them for fear that it would affect their work at the frontier.

At that time, they only knew that Weiwei had given birth to three children but not about what happened to Ji'er after she was born.

He had never expected so much to happen while he and his parents were away from the imperial capital, and what was worse was that the incidents only got more distressing one after another.

Now that Weiwei was in front of him, safe and sound, his anxious heart was finally at ease.

"By the way, where are Father and Mother?" Not wanting her brother to know too much about what she had been through, Lu Liangwei quickly changed the subject.

"They're examining the soldiers who haven't recovered in the casualty area," Lu Tingchen replied calmly, suppressing his emotions

"Then I'll go to them." Lu Liangwei had barely gotten to her feet when the flap of the tent was sharply lifted, and in rushed Lu Hetian's towering figure. At the sight of his beloved daughter standing before him, the formidable Grand Duke's eyes turned red. "Weiwei…"

Lu Liangwei threw herself into his arms, her eyes reddening too. "Father…"

If Long Yang and Lu Tingchen were not there, Lu Hetian would have already started bawling.

To think that his precious little girl had been forced to endure so much suffering…

After a long while, Lu Hetian finally pulled away reluctantly from his darling daughter.

"I'm just glad you're all right." He stroked his daughter's soft hair, his voice choked with emotion.

"I'm fine, Father, really. Don't worry about me." Seeing the distress in his eyes, Lu Liangwei hurriedly replaced her downcast emotions with a cheerful smile.

Long Yang walked over, took Lu Liangwei's hand, and greeted Lu Hetian. "Hello, Duke."

Lu Hetian was a little unhappy to see him.

He had been against Weiwei marrying him in the first place. Although he had changed his opinion of him some time later, it was impossible not to feel bitter toward him after the near-death experience Weiwei had been through.

If he had protected Weiwei well, she would not have had to suffer so much.

"I didn't know you were coming, Your Majesty. Please forgive us for not giving you a proper welcome."

His voice was so stiff that anyone could tell how displeased he was with Long Yang.

Lu Liangwei stamped her foot. "Father…"

Lu Hetian paused, the resentment on his face fading away a little.

Long Yang did not mind; he had always known that his father-in-law treasured Weiwei greatly. Weiwei had never had to endure the slightest suffering since she was born until after she married him. If he were Lu Hetian, he would be upset too.

Even if it were not for Weiwei's sake, he would not really get mad at Lu Hetian either.

Long Yang squeezed Lu Liangwei's hand as a sign that he was fine, then turned back to Lu Hetian. "Where's Madam Ling?"

"One of the soldiers felt sick just now, so Lihua went to examine him. She should be here anytime soon." Despite Lu Hetian's resentment and reluctance, he could not ignore Long Yang. After all, he was the Emperor and also his daughter's husband.

He had just finished speaking when Ling Lihua strode into the tent.

"Mother!" Lu Liangwei took a few brisk steps toward her.

Ling Lihua had been in a state of slight disbelief when she heard from her son's personal guard that Weiwei was inside the tent, but now upon finally seeing her daughter standing in front of her, she nearly wept with joy.

"Weiwei…"