Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Chapter 859 - All I Need Is You

Chapter 859 All I Need Is You

Lu Liangwei’s breath hitched, and she covered his mouth with her hand and said unhappily, “Don’t say such inauspicious things.”

Long Yang pulled her hand down and said in a low, gentle voice, “All right, I was wrong. I won’t say that ever again.”

However, Lu Liangwei was still a little upset.

She leaned into him meekly but remained silent.

Long Yang lowered his head and looked at her. He patted her back gently and rea.s.sured her, “So you don’t have to worry about me looking at other women, Weiwei. All I need is you.”

Lu Liangwei tightened her arms around his waist.

She loved his scent. It was clean, fresh, and free of impurities.

Inhaling his scent made her feel at ease.

Soon, Lu Liangwei fell asleep.

Looking at the girl sound asleep in his arms, Long Yang smiled tenderly and carried her to the bed.

Long Yang kept his promise. For the next few days, he did not step into the imperial study at all and lavished Lu Liangwei with all his attention.

It was a clear and sunny day, and Long Yang took her on a trip to the imperial holiday home.

However, the moment they exited through the city gates, they ran into Wanyan Jin and his sister.

Long Yang and Lu Liangwei had already kept a low profile, but the siblings recognized Zhao Qian, who was driving the carriage, and Wanyan Luosang blocked their path right away.

“Is the Emperor and Empress of Great Shang inside?”

She stared at Zhao Qian, refusing to yield.

Zhao Qian did not like her and wanted to deny, but seeing how stubborn she was, he answered reluctantly, “Yes. We need to be on our way, so please step aside, Princess Wanyan.”

Wanyan Luosang had no intention of making way at all and asked instead, “Where are you going?” Zhao Qian thought to himself, ‘How is that any of your business?’

However, he maintained a polite facade and replied, “I’m not sure either. We’re just strolling about aimlessly.”

Wanyan Luosang could naturally tell that he was brus.h.i.+ng her off. With a snort, she rode forward and tried to lift the carriage curtains with her whip.

However, before she could touch it, a sword appeared out of nowhere and blocked her way, radiating a bone-chilling air of menace.

Wanyan Luosang paused, but she did not dare to lift the curtains after all. She glanced at the wielder of the sword and found that it was one of the silent guards following the Emperor.

“Zhao Qian.” Long Yang’s deep voice came from inside the carriage. “Keep moving.”

Zhao Qian dabbed at his sweat and looked at Wanyan Jin helplessly. “Our trip has already been delayed. With all due respect, please make way.” Despite his words, he tugged at the reins – a sign that he would not hesitate to hit them if they refused to budge.

Wanyan Luosang was indignant, but she had no choice but to step aside.

Wanyan Jin glanced at the carriage as an unreadable emotion flickered across his pale face. He put his hand to his mouth and coughed softly, then suddenly said, “It seems that the Emperor and Empress are heading to the imperial holiday home. My sister and I have lived in the Great Desert all our lives, and we’ve always been in awe of Cathay’s picturesque scenery. Since we were so fortunate to encounter the Emperor here, we hope that His Majesty can bring us along if it’s not too much trouble.”

The moment he finished speaking, he heard Long Yang’s indifferent voice. “You can come with us if it’s not too boring for you.”

When the carriage had finally disappeared into the distance, Wanyan Jin’s pleasant expression faded away.

Wanyan Luosang said excitedly, “Brother, the Emperor just agreed to let us follow.”

“I know,” Wanyan Jin said wearily.

Zhao Qian, who had been left behind by Long Yang, was speechless to hear their conversation.

What a shameless pair!

However, although Master had given his approval, he did not say that he would go to the same place with them.

There was more than one imperial holiday home.

Well then, he would bring them to the one where Empress Dowager Xiaojing was previously poisoned to death.

Perhaps her ghost was still haunting that place and could keep them company.

As Zhao Qian thought to himself evilly, he stepped forward and said politely, “Please follow me.”