Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



Beitang You gave a low laugh when he saw the wary look on her face. He did not move forward any further, but said in a gentle voice, "You should have a good rest while you can!"

Yaoyao had a bad feeling about his laugh.

However, she had no evidence to prove it.

She was feeling tired after the busy day, so she nodded. "Alright." She paused before reminding him, "Don't drink too much tonight."

"Got it." Beitang You replied with a smile. He gave her a deep look before leaving the bedchamber.

The moment Beitang You left, Qing He and Ling'er came into the room together to help Yaoyao change and take her bath.

Meanwhile, in the front hall, all of the court's officials were happily drinking away. There was great joy in the hall as everyone celebrated the wedding of the Emperor and the new Empress. Happy cheers could be heard throughout the hall.

Their Emperor had left the imperial harem empty for so long and he was now finally married. It was a day of great celebration.

Moreover, their Empress was a princess of Great Shang. This would consolidate the relationship between both countries and reap great benefits for the Yan Kingdom.

All of the officials were in a great mood over this.

This time, Long Yin had personally escorted the princess to the Yan Kingdom for the wedding. It was a rare opportunity for the Yan Kingdom officials and they did not want to let it slip away. They went to him and kept giving him toasts.

"I'm sorry. I can't hold my liquor well. I can only appreciate the hospitality that you're giving me." Long Yin held his palm against his forehead and rejected them politely.

He was the crown prince, after all, and these officials felt a little awkward with the situation. They no longer dared to offer him any liquor.

However, if the crown prince could not drink, there was still his subordinate around. The officials were not planning to let his subordinates off so easily.

That was why Qi Heng and the rest gave aggrieved glances at their crown prince when they were surrounded by the Yan Kingdom officials and were fed lots of liquor.

The crown prince could not hold his liquor?

Who was he trying to fool?!

The crown prince could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. How could a few cups of liquor beat him down?

It was obvious that he was just giving an excuse to escape from socializing with these Yan Kingdom officials. His subordinates were the ones who ended up suffering in this scenario.

The Yan Kingdom officials would not dare to push the crown prince to drink more, but when it came to his subordinates, it was a different story.

A small smile appeared on Long Yin's lips as he toyed with the wine cup in his hand. He ignored the aggrieved, begging looks thrown at him by his subordinates.

It was at that moment that he suddenly spotted a familiar figure walking out of the hall.

He paused and put down his cup as he swiftly followed.

The sky was now dark and stars were blinking in the black sky. It added beauty to this melancholic autumn night.

Hexin found it a little stuffy inside the hall and had gone out for some fresh air.

She sat in the corridor and looked up at the skyline far away as she drifted into a reverie.

It was only when she sensed a shadow looking over her that she turned around to look in fright.

When she saw who the shadow belonged to, her eyes widened—fear was written all over her face.

Long Yin saw the fear on her face and his eyes narrowed with a hint of darkness.

"I didn't drink tonight."

His sudden words took Hexin by surprise.

After that, she could smell the clear and clean scent emanating from him. There was no trace of alcohol, as he said.

"Oh," she said. She wanted to stand up but Long Yin pressed her down by the shoulder.

Hexin's entire body stiffened and she glared warily at him.

Long Yin lowered his eyes to look at her and suddenly smiled bitterly. "You don't need to be so wary of me." He paused. "Once is enough. I won't allow myself to lose control like that again."

Hexin lifted her head to look at him. Her beautiful eyes had a look that showed she was not entirely convinced.

Long Yin paused and released his hand. He sat down next to her. "Let's talk, Hexin."

Hexin wanted to get up and leave when she was freed. When she heard his words, however, she sat down again and tilted her head to look at him. "What would you like to talk about, Big Bro Long Yin?"

Long Yin's gaze fell on her face. She had changed a lot compared to two years ago.

She was taller, and her slightly childish face had now grown into an exceptionally beautiful one. She had a demure charm about her, but when he faced her, Long Yin noticed immediately that she now kept a distance from him. It felt like they had no way of returning to their comfortable relationship before.