Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



After Yaoyao returned to the room and removed the cloak, she took out the paper bag and opened it carefully, extracting the sugar doll Beitang You had given her.

She looked at it for quite a while, wondering why it felt strange.

Why did the sugar doll look a little familiar?

At a closer look, it suddenly crossed her mind that the clothes and appearance of the sugar doll were a replica of Beitang You himself.

Yaoyao grunted. Beitang You was such a schemer. To think he would gift her a sugar doll that looked like him.

Despite that, Yaoyao felt that the sugar doll version of Beitang You did look quite adorable and she could not help but reach a finger out to tap it on the forehead.

Being able to manipulate the sugar doll made Yaoyao let out a delightful laugh.

She played with it in her hands for a while. When she got into bed, she stared at the exquisite features of the sugar doll, which resembled a certain someone, and could not help but stick her tongue out to give it a lick.

Yaoyao was shocked when she realized what she had just done.

Was this considered kissing Beitang You?

However, after some thought, she decided that even though the sugar doll might look like Beitang You, it was not really him. It did not matter even if she ate him.

At this thought, she puckered her lips. If this sugar doll tasted sweet, what would Beitang You taste like?

Her face burned as she was surprised by this sudden thought.

She shook her head and tried to forget about this inappropriate thought. She poked the sugar doll's head and carefully placed it on the bedrest. She gave it a glance before finally shutting her eyes and going to sleep.

As she had slept late that night, Yaoyao got up late the next morning as expected.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up.

A thought crossed her mind as she suddenly looked at the bedrest.

It was empty. The sugar doll she had placed there last night was gone.

She was taken aback. Could she have eaten it while she was asleep?

Even Yaoyao found this hard to believe.

No matter how much she loved to eat, she would not have eaten the sugar doll in her sleep.

However, the sweet taste in her mouth reminded her that there was a chance that she had done something last night.

She covered her face with her hands. She pulled the covers off her as she was about to get out of bed and something fell rolling to the floor.

Yaoyao picked it up. It was the sugar doll she was looking for.

However…

Where had the sugar doll's head gone?

She licked the corner of her lips. It was sweet.

Only then did she realize that she must have chomped off the sugar doll's head by accident while she was asleep.

This thought made her feel a little embarrassed. 

As she stared at the headless sugar doll, she could not help feeling a little flustered about it.

Ling'er walked in with a basin of water when she heard Yaoyao get up.

While Yaoyao was cleaning up, Ling'er said casually, "His Majesty seemed to have caught a cold from last night. The imperial physician came over this morning to treat him."

Yaoyao stopped drying her face when she heard this. She turned to Ling'er and said with surprise, "Your Emperor is sick?"

"I think so. He didn't look well when I saw him attend the imperial court from behind. He looked quite weak," Ling'er replied.

"Why did he attend the imperial court if he's sick? Has he returned yet?" Yaoyao frowned.

"Not yet." Ling'er shook her head. 

Yaoyao did not ask further questions when she heard this. She quickly cleaned up and headed outside.

She had just hurried out when she saw Beitang You return.

Just as Ling'er had described, he looked pale and seemed to be sick.

Beitang You was surprised to see her running out. He lowered his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm the one who should be asking you that," Yaoyao replied a little brusquely. With that, she shot a look at him and stood on tiptoes to touch his forehead and later check his pulse.