Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Long Yang glanced at the handkerchief she handed to him. He did not accept it but lowered his head and leaned toward her.

“Wipe it for me, Weiwei.”

Clenching her handkerchief, Lu Liangwei was about to raise her hand, but she dropped it again and said slyly, “You’re too tall for me to reach.”

Long Yang could only bend a little lower, and he looked at her with a smile. “Can you reach now?”

Lu Liangwei massaged her wrist and said with a grin, “My hand’s sore, I can’t lift it.”

Long Yang raised an eyebrow, finally understanding her intention. This girl clearly did not want to help and was looking for an excuse to dodge.

The corners of his mouth curved upward slightly, and he suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. His other hand grabbed her hand holding the handkerchief and placed it on his forehead.

“Can you reach now, and surely your hand isn’t sore anymore, right?”

Lu Liangwei could not stall off any longer. Pursing her lips, she wiped the sweat on his forehead reluctantly, and after that, she whispered, “Isn’t your body a bit too weak, Your Majesty? Why are you sweating so much in this weather?”

His body was too weak?

No man would like to be told that his body was too weak, and Long Yang was no exception.

Looking at her in annoyance and amusement, he was about to speak when he heard her mutter to herself, “If the body is too weak and sweats a lot, white fungus, jujube, and wolfberry are good options. Otherwise, drinking Chinese medicine also works.”

After that, Lu Liangwei pushed his arm and said excitedly, “Put me down, Your Majesty. I’ll go and write you a prescription to improve your health. Let Chief Physician Lin prepare the medicine for you, and you’ll be good as gold in ten days.”

Long Yang’s expression darkened. The heat in his body instantly subsided, and he even felt a little chilly.

He realized that Lu Liangwei’s words were sometimes more effective than getting cool air in this courtyard.

He held her motionlessly, his voice calm and without any undulation, “You haven’t even taken my pulse, and you’ve already come to this conclusion. Isn’t that a bit too hasty?”

Hearing this, Lu Liangwei immediately heeded his words and put her hand on his wrist. “I’ll take your pulse now. It’s not good if I make a mistake.”

At the sight of her serious expression, Long Yang’s face relaxed, and he allowed her to do whatever she wanted to him.

After a while, Lu Liangwei raised her head and looked at him in confusion. “From your pulse condition, your body seems to be well regulated, and there are no signs of weakness. But just now, you sweated a lot and looked weak. That’s strange!”

Long Yang laughed in exasperation. “Do you wish for me to be weak that much?”

Lu Liangwei shook her head, her expression serious. “How could I wish for that? I hope that Your Majesty will be healthy and live long.” As long as Long Yang was healthy and lived a long life, that awful Crown Prince Long Chi could never achieve his ambition of becoming Emperor.

A faint smile appeared on Long Yang’s face, and he held her closer. “Do you really think that way? You hope that I’ll live long?”

Lu Liangwei nodded without the slightest hesitation. “Of course.”

Long Yang put her down and fixed her with a deep gaze. “Then, I’ll live long for you.”

Weiwei was fifteen years younger than him. He needed to take care of his body so that he could protect her longer.

He gazed tenderly at the girl in front of him.

She was still so small and young and lovely. When he was no longer around in the future, would she…

His breath hitched in his throat, and his heart suddenly ached.

He could not imagine leaving her first. What would happen to her then?