Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Lu Liangwei seized the opportunity to convince her. "Since you like children so much, you should get married sooner. After that, you can bear all the children you want." On their way back from the frontier, Minister Lin had lamented Qingyuan's marriage issues more than once to her. All that worry was turning his hair gray, yet Lin Qingyuan could not be bothered about it at all.

Sure enough, after hearing what Lu Liangwei said, Lin Qingyuan shook her head vigorously. "I'm not bearing children."

The image of Weiwei's tragic labor was still engraved in her memory.

She would probably be traumatized forever.

She refused to even marry, let alone bear children.

Lu Liangwei looked at her ruefully but did not continue to persuade her.

After all, if a person refused to change their mind about marriage, no amount of urging would make a difference.

Long Yang had been quietly sipping his tea beside them, and his eyes suddenly flickered to Lin Qingyuan. "Just a moment ago, Minister Lin asked me to grant you a marriage."

The color drained from Lin Qingyuan's face. "Have you agreed to it, Your Majesty?"

Lu Liangwei was astounded too.

However, when she thought of how distressed Minister Lin and his wife had been, it was no surprise why he had directly made such a request to the Emperor.

She could not help being amused by Lin Qingyuan's strong reaction to Long Yang's words. "Why are you so shocked? You'll have to get married sooner or later, anyway." She then turned to Long Yang. "Have you found someone suitable, Your Majesty?"

"Not yet." Long Yang shook his head. How could he possibly have found a suitable candidate when Minister Lin had just mentioned the matter to him?

"Then you'd better pick a fine husband for Qingyuan," Lu Liangwei urged him.

Long Yang had little patience for matters like this, but Weiwei and Lin Qingyuan were good friends, so he could not be too careless in his selection either.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly suggested, "How about your brother? He's more than old enough to get married."

Lu Liangwei rejected the suggestion without even considering it. "My brother's out of the question."

Lin Qingyuan countered, "Why not? Both your brother and I are single. I think we'll make a good match."

Lu Liangwei threw an icy glance at her. "What makes you think my brother and you will be a good match? Have some shame!"

"You were the ones who brought this up! How am I shameless for expressing my opinion? Or is it because you think I'm not worthy of your brother?" Lin Qingyuan huffed.

To her surprise, Lu Liangwei laughed. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You just want to be above me, don't you? If you marry my brother, I'll have to call you Big Sis. That's what you're planning, isn't it?"

Startled, Lin Qingyuan mumbled sheepishly, "That's not true."

"You know the answer yourself."

Her thoughts having been exposed, Lin Qingyuan decided to keep her mouth shut.

Seeing how invested Weiwei was in Lin Qingyuan's marriage, Long Yang suggested, "I'll let you be in charge of this matter, then."

As Lu Liangwei gazed at Lin Qingyuan's good-looking face, an idea struck her. "Qingyuan, how about you set up an arena to select a groom? Since you don't want to marry into another family, you can consider getting an adopted son-in-law for yours."

Lin Qingyuan really had no interest in getting married.

However, since her father had already asked the Emperor to grant her a marriage, it seemed that her fate was set in stone. "Then I'll need you to give me suggestions."

Lu Liangwei opened her mouth to reply when she suddenly sensed Long Yang's gaze on her.

Startled, she turned her head, only to see Long Yang eyeing her inscrutably.

Lu Liangwei tensed up. All of a sudden, a thought came to her, which made her somewhat sheepish.

Did the Emperor think she was trying to transfer her own unfulfilled wish onto Lin Qingyuan?