Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Chapter 846 Weiwei, Are You Teasing Me

The Emperor had never made advances to Ji Linghui-it was all just wishful thinking on her part.

How could she blame her current situation on the Emperor?

Lu Liangwei felt a little indignant. She would not allow others to speak ill of the Emperor.

Ji Lingxiu’s breath hitched. Although she also felt that her sister had mostly brought all this on herself, when she recalled the image of her lying paralyzed in bed, she could not help saying, “My sister’s already pitiful enough.’ She was indirectly asking Lu Liangwei to be less cruel with her words.

Lu Liangwei’s mouth curved into a sarcastic smirk. “Well, those who are pitiful must have a reason for having sunk to their lows! Your sister’s really not the person you think she is.”

Hearing this, Ji Lingxiu clenched her fists in alarm. Did Lu Liangwei know that her sister had been cursing her every day?

“Your sister even hired assassins repeatedly to kill me. If I hadn’t been lucky, I would be dead. Your sister may be bedridden now, but at the very least, she’s still alive, isn’t she?”.

Ji Lingxiu was slightly startled, then after a while, she muttered reluctantly, “I apologize to you on my sister’s behalf.”

Lu Liangwei looked away, not wanting to spare her another glance. “It’s not the Emperor’s responsibility that Ji Linghui likes him. Unrequited affection is not an excuse to do evil.”

In her opinion, Ji Linghui had only become like this because of her own wickedness and not because of anyone else. With that, Lu Liangwei ignored Ji Lingxiu and walked ahead.

Ji Lingxiu stood in place, her gaze following Lu Liangwei. Soon, she saw the Emperor walk toward Lu Liangwei from under another plum tree and place a cluster of plum blossoms into her hand.

She could clearly see the smile on Lu Liangwei’s lips, which made her look completely different from when she confronted her just now.

She sighed. It seemed that the Emperor was truly fond of Lu Liangwei.

Fate was indeed an integral part of human relationships, after all.

Although her sister had known the Emperor longer, the Emperor felt nothing for her. Otherwise, she would have gotten at least a bit of compassion from him after all those years of struggling in the harem.

On the other hand, Lu Liangwei was much younger than the Emperor, but the Emperor had a soft spot for her and her only.

Ji Lingxiu looked up at the sky. The snow had stopped falling, and the sky seemed so clear yet forever out of reach.

She suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Her sister would be in their father’s care, and as for herself, she should continue to live her own life.

Lu Liangwei looked at the spray of full-bloomed plum blossoms in her hand. They were indeed beautiful.

However, after their blooming period, they would soon wither.

So would humans.

She raised her head and gazed at Long Yang’s side profile.

His outline was perfectly chiseled, and there was an indistinct tenderness that stirred her heart.

She suddenly remembered the first time she saw him.

Back then, his expression was stern, his facial features sharp and cold, and his innate regality made him appear rather oppressive. “What are you looking at?” Long Yang’s gentle voice sounded in her ear.

Lu Liangwei’s heart thumped, but she smiled brightly and raised her hand to touch his face. “You.”

Long Yang’s eyes darkened, and he caught her hand and lowered his head to look at her. “Weiwei, are you teasing me?”

Lu Liangwei shot him a look. “No.”

“Am I that good-looking?” Long Yang’s tone was playful.

Lu Liangwei stared at his handsome features and finally nodded. “Yes.”

“Then should I be grateful that my face attracts you?” The corners of Long Yang’s mouth turned up, and pleasure flitted across his eyes, dispelling the frost in them.

“Actually, it’s not your face that attracts me.” Lu Liangwei pretended to sound contemplative.

“Oh? Then what is it?” Long Yang asked curiously Glancing at him, Lu Liangwei took a step back. “The fact that you’re almost the same age as my father, of course.”

Long Yang, “…” This was definitely the cruelest thing he had heard this year.

He came back to his senses, gritting his teeth, but Lu Liangwei had already darted away.