Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Lu Hetian was agile in his movements. After grabbing Madam Lin in his arms, he sat back once more unto the back of the horse.

“Weiwei, are you…” He lowered his head quickly in an attempt to check his daughter’s condition, but before he managed to finish his sentence, a hard slap fell across his face.

Lu Hetian was taken aback by the fiery pain on his cheek.

The next thing he knew, he was looking into the cold and venomous eyes of the woman, who was staring back at him with an accusatory gaze.

He was instantly stunned; those were a pair of eyes that were extremely familiar to him.

“Lihua…” He lifted his hand, attempting to gently touch her, but Madam Lin hit him on the chest with her palm.

Lu Hetian was not prepared for the blow. Madam Lin had infused the hit with her internal strength, which caused Lu Hetian’s vital energy and state of blood to go haywire.

Madam Lin became enraged when she saw the familiar handsome face in front of her. It was as if her eyes were oozing venom and she could not wait to cut him piece-by-piece. “Don’t you dare touch me, you piece of trash. Or else I will chop you into small pieces and have you fed to the dogs!”

She took a deep breath, which helped stop her from pushing her sword into his heart.

Even so, she did not want to take another look at him. Before Lu Hetian realized what had just happened, she decisively jumped off the horse.

Lu Hetian felt like he was struck by lightning after listening to her words. He sat, stiffened, on the back of the horse, stuck in a reverie.

When Wang He saw his master, the Grand Duke, getting slapped by a strange woman, only to end up sitting like a statue that had lost his soul, he could not help urging his horse forward. He called out worriedly, “Grand Duke?”

Lu Hetian immediately came to his senses as he watched the woman begin to leave, but in a moment of madness, he suddenly rode his horse forward and grabbed the unprepared woman from behind, pulling her back onto the horse.

“Lihua, Lihua… It’s really you, isn’t it?” Lu Hetian looked at the woman struggling in his arms. He tried to tear off the veil from her face with trembling hands.

Madam Lin was hauled back onto the horse because she was not expecting it. A feeling of hostility accumulated within her, and when she saw his attempt at pulling off her veil, she was enraged. “You bastard, don’t touch me with your filthy hands!”

The hatred in her eyes was like spiky icicles, stabbing into Lu Hetian’s heart. It was cold, and it was agonizing.

“Lihua…” He frowned. His eyes had gone dim. His hands froze and, in the end, he did not move another inch toward her.

Madam Lin suddenly pulled out a dagger and viciously stabbed it into his chest. “Drop dead!”

Lu Hetian sat where he was without flinching. He neither moved nor evaded. There was guilt in his eyes, and even some pain. “If it can appease your anger, it’s okay for you to kill me…”

Fresh blood dripped onto the front of his shirt and instantly dyed his clothes red.

Madam Lin averted her gaze, but eventually let go of her grip and did not push the dagger an inch further.

When Long Yang arrived with Lu Liangwei, they saw the front of Lu Hetian’s shirt was red. Fear arose within Lu Liangwei as she shouted, “Father…”

She jumped off the horse immediately. She was so fast that Long Yang, who was not expecting this, could not grab onto her in time.

Long Yang was shocked and he quickly jumped off the horse as well. He quickly helped Lu Liangwei to her feet, frowning as he began to reprimand her, but could not bring himself to do it when he saw how worried and anxious she was.

“Madam Lin, why would you…”

Lu Liangwei rushed toward Lu Hetian’s horse and lifted her head to look at Madam Lin, but when she saw the tears welling in Madam Lin’s eyes, she found herself unable to utter any words of blame.

Madam Lin jumped off the horse. She forced a smile and consoled her daughter, who was looking very pale. “Don’t worry. He won’t die.”

At that, Madam Lin took out a porcelain bottle and threw it at Le Hetian. Her tone immediately turned cold and stern. “Who are you trying to show that look on your face?”

Lu Hetian was well aware that the wound he had suffered might look serious, but it was not actually lethal.

A surprisingly contented smile appeared on his face when he saw the medicine bottle thrown to him by that woman along with an impatient tone.

Lihua did not actually want him to die, right?!

He held the bottle carefully in his hand as if it was some valuable treasure. It was puzzling that he still had that wide smile on his face.

Lu Liangwei held his hand worriedly. “Father, are you alright?”

Lu Hetian rubbed her head as he looked at his daughter standing next to the horse. An upward curve appeared on his lips. “I’m fine.”