Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Zhan You was a true gentleman. For many years, he had abided by his duty and had never bothered her. If she had not seduced him deliberately, he would never have gotten mixed up with her.

She was the one who had dragged him into this!

Lu Liangwei could see the pain and conflict in her eyes.

The Pure Consort was a pitiful person, too.

Long Yang refused to listen to their pleas and immediately ordered, "Guards, take them away."

Chu Yi and two other imperial guards walked in at once.

Chu Yi understood his master's instruction right away and ordered his subordinates, "Take them away."

The Pure Consort's face drained of color, and she pleaded desperately, "Your Majesty, you can't be so cruel. This is really all my fault, but Zhan You is innocent, please spare him." Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke, her face filled with great remorse.

Irritated to hear her wail in front of Weiwei, Long Yang said to Chu Yi in a deep voice, "What are you waiting for?"

Seeing that his master was getting angry, Chu Yi immediately stepped forward himself and twisted the Pure Consort's arms in an attempt to drag her away.

Just then, the Pure Consort knitted her brow in pain and put a hand on her stomach.

Seeing this, Zhan You broke free of the imperial guards and charged toward Chu Yi.

"Let her go!"

Unfazed, Chu Yi merely shot him an icy glare and shot out his leg, landing a kick right on his heart.

Prrt!

Zhan You fell to his knees and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Zhan You…" The Pure Consort hit Chu Yi with her fists like a madwoman, but she soon lost her strength and collapsed to the floor.

"Blood! She's bleeding!" Zhu Yu suddenly cried out.

Frowning, Long Yang shielded Lu Liangwei with an arm and scolded, "What are you screaming for?"

Zhu Yu hurriedly shut her mouth, feeling a little guilty after collecting herself. Miss was pregnant, and her screaming could have startled her.

However, Lu Liangwei was not as fragile as they thought. She had also noticed the Pure Consort's situation, and she patted Long Yang's arm. "I'm fine, but the Pure Consort doesn't seem so well. Zhu Yu, Jiu, help the Pure Consort into a chair."

The two quickly helped the Pure Consort up.

Lu Liangwei walked over and placed her fingers on the Pure Consort's pulse. A short while later, she withdrew her hand and gave her an unreadable look. "You're two months pregnant. Did you know that?"

The Pure Consort was momentarily stunned, but not surprised.

Clearly, she already knew.

Lu Liangwei sighed and said, "You're experiencing symptoms of a miscarriage. I'm afraid it'll be difficult for the child to survive."

Recovering her senses, the Pure Consort suddenly grabbed Lu Liangwei's arm. "Your Highness, please show some mercy and intercede for us. I want this child, and I don't want Zhan You to die. I still want to live…"

Lu Liangwei's arm hurt from her grip, and just when she was about to say something, a force suddenly swept toward the Pure Consort and threw her to the floor.

"Who permitted you to touch her?"

Long Yang's wrathful voice resounded in the room.

Everyone, except Lu Liangwei, fell to their knees.

The Pure Consort lay on the floor, her face pale, blood pooling around her.

Zhan You scrambled up and crawled toward her, crying out, "Yu'er…"

Frowning, Lu Liangwei tugged on Long Yang's hand and eventually could not help but plead for them, "Your Majesty, can we just let the matter drop?"

Long Yang lifted her hand and examined her arm.

When he caught sight of the scratch marks on her fair wrist, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he replied, "Very well. I'll let them go."