Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

She would not let her grandmother have regrets because of her.

Tianzhu Temple was currently overflowing with believers who flocked there after hearing the news, even though they might not even be able to see Master Qingzhen.

The Dowager Duchess had some ties with Master Qingzhen, so he had reserved a seat for her. It would be a real shame if the Dowager Duchess missed this opportunity because of her, as it was hard to tell when they would get to meet Master Qingzhen in the temple again.

Lu Liangwei repeatedly assured her that after escorting her to Tianzhu Temple, she would return to the Lu family holiday home and not wander off anywhere. When Chu Jiu also promised that she would protect Lu Liangwei, the Dowager Duchess finally agreed reluctantly.

After sending off the Dowager Duchess, Lu Liangwei planned to return to the holiday home.

However, she had just come out from Tianzhu Temple when she ran into Long Xiao.

Long Xiao had a few attendants with him, and he seemed to have just come up the mountain. When he spotted Lu Liangwei, a smile formed on his lips. “We meet again, Miss.”

Lu Liangwei nodded at him, ignored him, and continued her way down the mountain with Chu Jiu and Zhu Yu.

Long Xiao, “…”

He felt a little embarrassed, being ignored from head to toe like this.

Why was this Second Miss Lu different from other girls?

Was he not handsome or charming enough?

As Long Xiao watched the girl descend the mountain, the glimmer of interest in his eyes grew brighter.

She was quite a character and did not seem like the person who stalked the Crown Prince as the rumors claimed.

He heard that Second Miss Lu was willing to degrade herself to become the Crown Prince’s concubine just to be together with him. For that reason, she even hanged herself.

Clearly, the Second Miss Lu that he just saw was completely different from the one in the rumors.

Naturally, if Lu Liangwei was really such a terrible person, his brother would not have made her Empress.

He heard that August 15 was the Empress’s coronation. When the day came, he would have to go back and attend the ceremony.

However, the young woman obviously wanted to have nothing to do with him at the moment. As a prince, he naturally would not bother trying too hard to get on her good side.

It was true that he wanted to win over the Grand Duke, but he would not lose his dignity as a prince over it.

Lu Liangwei walked down the mountainside with Zhu Yu and Chu Jiu in tow.

There were still more believers passing her by and rushing to the mountaintop.

Lu Liangwei had covered her face with a veil, so while others could vaguely make out her enchanting beauty beneath it, they did not know which family she belonged to.

Finally arriving at the Lu family holiday home, she was about to enter but was stunned when she saw the man leaning against the tree near the door.

Dressed in a moon-white robe, he leaned against the sycamore tree, the faint smile in his deep and unfathomable eyes softening his usually intimidating features.

After a while, Lu Liangwei finally came back to her senses and gasped in surprise, “Why are you here?”

He seemed to have been here for quite some time.

Long Yang gazed at her smilingly for a moment, then made his way over to her.

Quickly grasping the situation, Chu Jiu and Zhu Yu curtsied to him and withdrew to one side.

Long Yang walked over to Lu Liangwei and looked at her in amusement. “You didn’t tell me that you were going to Tianzhu Mountain. What was your intention?”

Lu Liangwei finally understood. He was here to demand an explanation, wasn’t he?

Nevertheless, she did feel guilty about this matter as she had deliberately not told him that day.

“Would you believe me if I said I forgot?”

Curling his fingers inward, Long Yang flicked her gently on her snow-white forehead. “Forgetting about such an important thing? You think that’s going to convince me?” Looking at the rapidly reddening spot on her forehead, he hurriedly rubbed it with his thumb tenderly, once again sighing in exasperation at how delicate her skin was.

“Then would you like to hear the truth or the lie, Your Majesty?” Trying her best to ignore the strange sensation on her forehead and suppressing the urge to brush his hand away, Lu Liangwei looked up at him.

The corners of Long Yang’s mouth curved upward. “The truth, of course.”

“Then you can’t convict me of deceiving the Emperor, Your Majesty,” Lu Liangwei said quickly.