Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Chapter 603 - A Lingering Trace Of His Scent

Chapter 603: A Lingering Trace Of His Scent

Zhu Yu was stunned for a while, then said with a grin, “In that case, Miss, you’d better select a good-looking man for me, or else I’d rather die than marry.”

Lu Liangwei, “…”

She thought that she could scare her, but this girl was not afraid in the slightest and could even joke around.

Seeing that she had gone speechless, Zhu Yu went on, “Miss, since you have nothing to do right now, you can go and cook some dishes. I’ll accompany you when you bring them to the imperial study later.”

Lu Liangwei rolled her eyes. To put a stop to her brainwas.h.i.+ng attempts, she said, “His Majesty’s not that kind of person, stop overthinking.” She was getting a little sleepy, and all she wanted was to go to bed.

Zhu Yu was about to persist when Chu Jiu tugged her arm. “Never mind, Her Highness can decide for herself. We should leave first, she’s tired.”

Lu Liangwei gave Chu Jiu a look of appreciation and beamed, saying, “Jiu understands me the best.”

Zhu Yu pouted indignantly. “I was just caring for you. All my concern is for your own good, Miss.”

“Yes, yes, Zhu Yu cares for me the most. But I’m tired now, and I just want to get some sleep. Everything else can wait until after I wake up.”

Hearing this, Zhu Yu could only shut her mouth and leave with Chu Jiu.

When everything was finally quiet in the bedchamber, Lu Liangwei made her way to the bed.

Looking at the clean and tidy bed, Lu Liangwei smiled softly and sat down.

Her fingers stroked the pillow that Long Yang had slept on. There seemed to be a lingering trace of his scent, clear and fresh.

She lay down and soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Long Yang was going through the Palace Memorials absentmindedly in the imperial study. When afternoon came, and there was still no sign of the girl, his expression grew a few degrees colder.

Zhao Qian held his breath in fear. If he did not have to supply his master with brush and ink, he would have curled up into a ball and hidden far, far away.

Although his master did not speak, the gloom hanging over the imperial study was dreadfully suffocating.

Chu Yi and Chu Qi had already gone into hiding long ago.

Poor him — he wanted to run away, but he could not.

Just as he was stressing over his situation, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw his master stand up.

Shocked, he shuddered and almost dropped the fly-whisk in his hand.

When he finally came to his senses, his master had already left the imperial study.

He hurriedly followed.

After strolling around the imperial garden, Long Yang was about to go back when he suddenly heard whispers from behind a rockery.

“… I heard that the Empress used to be entangled with the Crown Prince. She even repeatedly attempted suicide for him and almost died.”

“I’ve also heard about it. At that time, the Empress even hanged herself. The story became the talk of the town, and almost everyone knew about it.”

“In that case, the Empress should be obsessed with the Crown Prince. It hasn’t even been a few months, but why has she turned to the Emperor?”

“Do you think it’s because the Empress couldn’t have the Crown Prince for herself, so she thought of a way to transfer her feelings? Although the Emperor is just the Crown Prince’s uncle, they still look somewhat similar.”

“So you’re saying that when the Empress is looking at the Emperor, she’s actually thinking of the Crown Prince?”

Behind Long Yang, Zhao Qian was horrified and enraged to hear this. How dare these G.o.dd.a.m.ned servants hide here and gossip about Master and the Empress? Did they have a death wish?

Before Long Yang could speak, he darted behind the rockery and dragged the two junior eunuchs out.

“You insolent underlings, are you tired of living and want to die?” The next instant, he raised his hand and gave the two junior eunuchs a hard slap each.