Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

In that critical moment, Lu Liangwei had helped him. Moreover, she did it without stirring unwanted attention.

For the first time, a hint of confusion appeared in Long Yang’s eyes.

Was this clever Second Miss Lu really the same person who, according to the public, behaved suicidally for the Crown Prince’s sake?

Judging from her intelligence, she totally did not seem like a person who would do such foolish things!

“Have you sent that bowl of noodles to Chief Physician Lin?”

Zhao Qian was taken aback at his sudden question. He immediately gathered his wandering thoughts and replied respectfully, “Yes, the results will probably be out tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Long Yang nodded.

A thought came to Zhao Qian’s mind, and he instantly rejoiced and exclaimed in excitement, “Master, then it looks like there’s hope for your illness to be cured…”

Long Yang’s expression faded, and after a moment, he said, “She’s nothing but a child.”

When Zhao Qian heard this, the joy on his face also disappeared.

Of course, Second Miss Lu was still nothing but a child.

So what if she possessed some medical knowledge?

Surely there was no way that this young Second Miss Lu could find a remedy to an illness that even Chief Physician Lin could not cure.

The spark of hope that had just risen in his heart was extinguished in an instant.

Perhaps it was only a coincidence that Second Miss Lu managed to save the master twice.

However, he cheered himself up and said boldly, “Master, you can’t say that. Maybe Second Miss Lu really does have a solution. After all, Madam Ling was a brilliant physician during her lifetime. No matter how different a person Second Miss Lu is, she should have inherited some skills from Madam Ling.”

Long Yang did not comment. He put his book down and decided to get some rest.

Seeing this, Zhao Qian immediately shut his mouth, and after putting his master to bed, he walked out quietly.

After leaving the sleeping quarters, he could no longer hide the worry in his eyes.

The master was seriously ill and often did not sleep well. If things went on like this, he would be unable to withstand all the pain and suffering even if his body was made of steel.

He was still so young, but his life was gradually slipping away.

Zhao Qian was uneasy thinking of this.

Chu Qi came out of nowhere suddenly.

In the darkness of the night, the two stood quietly before the sleeping quarters.

…

Lu Liangwei slept well through the night.

She was reading a medical book in her room after breakfast when Zhu Yu suddenly came in with a grim expression.

“What happened?”

“Aunt Zheng is here.” Zhu Yu despised Aunt Zheng to the point where she did not bother to hide the look on her face.

Lu Liangwei nodded. “So what if she’s here? Why the long face?”

Zhu Yu sulked. “I hate her.”

Lu Liangwei broke into laughter and pinched her face. “It’s not good to be so upright. If you hate someone, you don’t need to express it all the time. That will only affect your mood and make others think that you lack class.”

Zhu Yu gaped at her in confusion. The Miss used to openly express her hate for Aunt Zheng, even more than she did.

She even often insulted Aunt Zheng to her face and got reprimanded by the Dowager Duchess who happened to witness it.

At that time, Miss could not understand why the Dowager Duchess sided with Aunt Zheng and why the old woman would scold her even though she disliked Aunt Zheng herself.

For that matter, Miss was also very dissatisfied with the Dowager Duchess.

Seeing the young girl’s confusion, Lu Liangwei did not explain further and simply reminded her, “Be careful in the future.”

“Okay.” Zhu Yu nodded, still not fully understanding.

At this moment, Aunt Zheng walked in from outside.

As soon as she saw Lu Liangwei, she started putting on a pitiful act. “Weiwei, you need to help me explain to your father.”