Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Chapter 921 - Master Was Really A Devil

Chapter 921: Master Was Really A Devil

After hearing what Chu Qi said, Lu Liangwei nodded indifferently. “I see.”

Chu Qi glanced at her a little hesitantly.

Lu Liangwei knew what he was thinking and smiled comfortingly. “Thank you and Butler Zhao for worrying about me, but I’m fine. It’s getting late; you should go back.”

Given the Emperor’s current condition, even if he decided not to come over, he would definitely not send anyone to inform her.

Chu Qi must have come here at Butler Zhao’s request.

Hearing this, Chu Qi did not say another word and returned to Hidden Dragon Palace.

Zhu Yu eyed Lu Liangwei’s expression a little anxiously, but her face remained placid as she reminded, “Miss, it’s late. You should go to bed early.”

“All right.” Glancing at the night sky outside, Lu Liangwei let out an inaudible sigh.

Chu Qi had just returned to Hidden Dragon Palace, but before he could speak to Zhao Qian, their master’s voice suddenly came from the bedchamber. “Chu Qi, what late-night snack did you buy?”

Chu Qi was puzzled. “I…”

That was all he could utter before Zhao Qian clamped a hand over his mouth. “Master, Lil Qi bought stinky tofu, but he already finished it on the way back.” Why was Master still awake at this hour? He had spoken so suddenly that Zhao Qian’s heart had almost stood still out of fright!

Chu Qi, “…”

The bedchamber descended back into silence.

Before Zhao Qian could heave a sigh of relief, the doors to the bedchamber were abruptly thrown open, and their dauntingly regal master emerged from the room slowly.

Both of them did not expect him to come out, and they remained frozen to the spot, Zhao Qian’s hand still on Chu Qi’s mouth.

“What are you two doing?” Long Yang’s cool gaze pa.s.sed over them.

Scared out of his wits, Zhao Qian immediately let go of Chu Qi, and his eyes darted about as he racked his brains desperately for a countermeasure.

Long Yang looked at Chu Qi. “You ate stinky tofu?”

Ignoring Zhao Qian’s frantic gaze signaling, Chu Qi paused, then shook his head. “No, Master.”

He would be courting death if he admitted to eating stinky tofu in front of Master. Master loathed that kind of food the most.

Now that Master had lost his memory, even the Empress would not be able to save him.

His unhesitant denial left Zhao Qian dumbfounded.

Long Yang glanced at him, a sardonic half-smile on his face. “Zhao Qian, how dare you deceive your Emperor?”

Zhao Qian threw himself onto his knees, his head hanging low. “Please cease your anger, Master. I-I…”

However, Long Yang refused to listen to him. “Chu Qi, since Zhao Qian wants to eat stinky tofu so badly, let him eat as much as he wants.” With that, he turned on his heel and returned to his bedchamber.

Zhao Qian, “…”

Chu Qi cast him a sympathetic glance.

Master was clearly in a bad mood, yet Zhao Qian still insisted on ruffling his feathers.

However, there was nothing Chu Qi could do to help him.

Soon, he returned with the stinky tofu.

Looking at the pile of stinky tofu before him, Zhao Qian could barely stop himself from throwing up.

Was Master serious?

Chu Qi munched away as he said, “The rest is yours. Master told me to watch you finish it.”

Zhao Qian gnashed his teeth. This brat was definitely abusing his power to get revenge on him.

Did he have to buy so much stinky tofu?

How long would he need to finish all that?

Master was really a devil. What did his loss of sleep have to do with him? Why must he vent his anger on him?

Zhao Qian felt like weeping.

“Lil Qi, you can’t abandon me after taking my money just now. You love stinky tofu, don’t you? Here, you can have all this.”

Chu Qi pushed his face away and flourished the empty paper bag in his hand, his voice apathetic. “I’ve already helped you finish two bags. I can’t eat anymore.”

Zhao Qian, “…”