Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Ineed to use the toilet,” said Lu Liangwei.

Zhu Yu sighed and patted her chest in relief. “You gave me a scare, Miss. I thought something was wrong. Please wait for a while; I’ll go and fetch a chamber pot.”

Lu Liangwei did not stop her. After Zhu Yu left, she got up slowly and walked out as well.

She did not lie to Zhu Yu about wanting to use the toilet, but she did not want to do it in the room.

However, she had just stepped out of the doors when she caught sight of Long Yang.

She was startled. Why had the Emperor not left yet?

Just as she was thinking of walking away as if she had not seen him, the man suddenly turned around.

“Weiwei.”

Lu Liangwei stopped in her tracks. She sorely wanted to pretend not to hear him, but the man’s presence was so prominent that she could feel the authority radiating off him from afar.

“Didn’t I tell you to lie down? Why are you out here?” Long Yang strode over, grabbed her by the shoulders, and turned her around to face him. “I just knew you wouldn’t be so obedient.”

Lu Liangwei groaned inwardly, but she refrained from confessing that she wanted to go to the lavatory.

“Tcouldnt sleep, so I got up and walked around for a bit.” Afraid that he would lecture her again, she quickly added, “I’m a physician myself, so I know my injury well. A little walk won’t do it any harm; in fact, it can help the wound heal faster.”

Long Yang looked at her helplessly. “Were you going to the lavatory?”

Lu Liangwei was stunned. “How did you know?”

The corners of Long Yang’s mouth curled up into a smile. “You kept whining about it in the afternoon, but you didn’t go until now. You must have been holding it in.”

Lu Liangwei blushed and muttered indignantly, “Exactly.”

“Go ahead. And be careful,” said Long Yang gently.

“All right.” Lu Liangwei finally relaxed when she saw him being so lenient. She was afraid that he would suggest carrying her to the lavatory again.

After relieving herself, she came back to see Long Yang still standing in the covered corridor, much to her confusion.

“Don’t you have a lot of work to do? Why are you still here?” She walked up to him in bewilderment.

Long Yang turned around and looked at her teasingly. “You want me out of your sight that badly?”

“Of course not.” Lu Liangwei frowned.

Long Yang smiled and put an arm around her shoulders, letting her lean into him. “Do you feel better now?”

Lu Liangwei was about to nod when she spotted Chu Qi not far off.

The frigid young man stood there like a towering cypress tree, his gaze trained ahead as if he did not see anything.

“I think I should go back and lie down,” she said softly.

“Very well.” Long Yang nodded, and just when he was about to escort her back inside, Zhao Qian arrived with Hong Xiu.

“Hong Xiu?” Lu Liangwei’s footsteps came to a halt, and she looked at Long Yang quizzically.

Long Yang did not want to disturb her rest, but he knew that she would definitely not lie still now, so he said to Zhao Qian, “Bring her in.” He then led Lu Liangwei indoors.

As soon as they sat down on the soft bed, Zhao Qian entered with Hong Xiu.

Lu Yunshuang had not yet returned, and now that Zhao Qian had brought her to Grand Phoenix Palace, Hong Xiu knew that something was wrong.

At the sight of the Emperor and Empress, fear immediately arose inside her.

With a thud, she fell to her knees and said in a trembling voice, “Greetings, Your Majesty, Your Highness.”

Long Yang got straight to the point. “Is there anything special about your mistress’s body?”

Lu Liangwei was startled by his question. Was the Emperor suspecting something?

Hong Xiu was stunned for a moment as well, but she quickly collected herself and answered, “My lady has been in poor health lately.. Chen Xuping stabbed her and injured her womb, resulting in a miscarriage…”