Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



Qi Heng walked up to them. "Is the Princess ill? I've sent someone to the town up ahead to arrange our lodgings. Let's take Her Highness there now."

"All right." Chu Qi nodded. After wiping away the tears on Ji'er's face, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the carriage.

After he had made sure Ji'er was comfortable, Qi Heng asked him outside, "What should we do with these kids and the coachman?"

Chu Qi considered the question for a moment, then said, "We take them with us."

Lil Lin's group had no idea what was going on.

They had traveled for nearly the whole day, only to be stopped by a company of people on horses at nightfall. 

Thinking they had run into robbers, they were at a loss for what to do. However, when the strangers saw Young Master, they did not make any further movement; instead, they ordered everyone to be quiet.

Sure enough, the entire party made no more sound and stood guard by the carriage in silence.

The three boys and the coachman were dumbfounded by the situation.

There was finally a stir when Young Master woke up. 

However, the first to rush into the carriage was a young man.

They heard the others call him "General Chu Qi".

Another slightly older man with a distinguished air seemed just as anxious to enter the carriage and see Young Master, but for some reason, he held himself back and did not approach the vehicle in the end. 

Now, the still-bewildered young beggars and coachman could only trail along as the army-like group marched into the town.

"Ji'er, you're not well. I'll get someone to bring a physician to you."

Inside the carriage, Chu Qi clasped Ji'er's cold hand and spoke to her warmly.

Ji'er's lashes fluttered, and she finally spoke, "No need for that. I'm fine." Her voice was unusually and heartbreakingly hoarse from all the sobbing.

"But just now…"

"I'm fine, really. Maybe it was just motion sickness," Ji'er cut him off hastily. Her thoughts were currently in disarray, and she had not decided if she should tell him about her pregnancy.

Chu Qi studied her for a while. Ultimately, he concluded that her reluctance to see a physician was due to her low mood and conceded. "All right then. If you feel unwell, let me know right away."

"All right." Ji'er's mind was in turmoil.

When they arrived at the inn, Chu Qi wanted to carry her down, but she declined. "Lil Qi, I'm really fine." With that, she descended the carriage ahead of him.

The three young beggars were standing beside the vehicle, looking at her nervously. She reached out and ruffled their hair reassuringly. "Don't worry. Go get some rest with them." She then turned to Qi Heng. "Qi Heng, please look after them."

"Of course." Qi Heng nodded, eyeing her with concern. In the end, he said nothing and merely sighed to himself before leading the three boys to their arranged lodgings.

Ji'er looked at the pitch-black night sky with hidden worry in her eyes.

Chu Qi spotted it and sighed inwardly.

Ji'er was probably worried about the Emperor.

"Lil Qi, was I too cruel just now?" Ji'er abruptly sank onto her heels, murmuring despondently, "But I couldn't control myself—when I saw him, I couldn't help getting upset, couldn't help remembering how cold-blooded he was back then. I know I shouldn't hate him, but seeing him so suddenly just now, I just couldn't help feeling uncomfortable… Lil Qi, what should I do?" She wrapped her arms around herself helplessly. 

Chu Qi stooped down and lifted her off the ground. "Ji'er, you've done nothing wrong. You just need time. It's all right, the Emperor won't be upset with you." He paused, then continued, "Actually, he's been regretting that incident all these years. For the past two months you were gone, he's been looking for you everywhere without rest. He even cast the kingdom's affairs aside just for your sake. Ji'er, the Emperor really loves you."

Ji'er's eyes brimmed with tears.

She had already noticed it when she met her father just now.