Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart - Chapter 579
Chapter 579: Pushing Her Entire Weight Against His Body
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Wu Hongming nodded. “Alright, but be careful.”
“I will,” Ling Lihua replied. A sudden thought crossed her mind, and she was about to ask something when she saw Youyou running frantically toward her.
“Auntie Lin, the Grand Duke has passed out.”
Ling Lihua did not react at all. “There’s nothing to worry about him passing out. It’s not like he’s dead.”
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Youyou, “…”
Even though he was not sure what bad blood there was between Auntie Lin and the Grand Duke, he knew that they were once husband and wife. He began to get anxious at the thought of the Grand Duke, who had just collapsed and was covered in blood. “Even though he is still breathing, if he isn’t treated in time, I’m worried… If anything happened to the Grand Duke, Sister Empress would be very, very sad, and there’s also Presumptive Heir Lu. He will be sad as well.”
Ling Lihua hesitated when she heard this.
Even though she wanted Lu Hetian to die as soon as possible, Weiwei and Chen had a different standpoint. Both siblings loved their father, Lu Hetian, very much. If he were to die just like that, both siblings might blame her for it.
As she thought of this, she sighed, and finally decided to rush toward the medicinal shop.
Youyou was secretly relieved when he saw this, and hurried behind her.
Wu Hongming remained standing in the courtyard, staring at the cloth bundle in his hand. He knew that they would not be able to leave now.
He smiled bitterly and quietly removed the clothes from the cloth bundle, placing them back where they belonged.
At the Palace.
After the imperial court was adjourned, Long Yang returned to Hidden Dragon Palace to change into casual clothes before heading to Grand Phoenix Palace.
He arrived to see Lu Liangwei playing badminton with Chu Jiu.
As he watched the girl darting agilely in the middle of the field, a loving smile flashed across his deep, mysterious eyes.
That thingamajig in that girl’s hand, was that a racket? That thing being smacked to and fro in midair, was that a shuttlecock made out of duck feathers?
He had heard Shi Yi, who was sent to protect Lu Liangwei covertly, mention this game, but had yet to see it for himself.
Now that he was watching the girl, who was dressed sharply, with a racket in her hand and running light-footed, he could not help staring at her for quite a while as an adoring look passed through his eyes.
Quite some time had passed before he eventually walked toward Chu Jiu.
When Chu Jiu noticed him coming over, she quickly presented the racket in her hand to him respectfully.
Long Yang accepted it.
When he saw the white shuttlecock flying toward him, he took one look at the racket in his hand and lifted his hand to strike the feathered object. The shuttlecock flew back in the direction where it came from.
Lu Liangwei was so focused on trying to hit the shuttlecock that she did not notice the player opposite had changed. She continued playing happily.
However, a few hits later, she finally realized that something was not right.
Chu Jiu was beginning to strike back faster, and every hit was going higher and further than the last. It forced her to run and jump frantically about the field in order to reach the shuttlecock.
She was out of breath as she looked toward the direction opposite her. Her suspicions were confirmed—Chu Jiu’s position had been replaced by someone else.
When she saw that her opposition was Long Yang, she was quite surprised. “Your Majesty, why are you here?”
Long Yang flexed the racket in his hand, and asked with a smile, “Do you want to continue playing?”
Lu Liangwei approached him while still holding her racket. She waved her hand and said breathlessly, “I’m not playing anymore. It’s pretty tiring playing with you.”
Her entire little face was flushed red from the exertion. She was also slightly out of breath when she spoke, making her already soft and sweet voice sound even more coquettish than usual.
Long Yang smiled and looked at her adoringly as he approached her. He held her and allowed her to lean her whole body against him. His other hand took a towel from Zhu Yu to gently wipe the sweat on Lu Liangwei’s forehead.
“Have some rest since you’re tired. We’ll have breakfast later.”
Lu Liangwei did not stand on ceremony as her body leaned into him, pushing her entire weight against his body.
