Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Chapter 849 People Will Think The Emperor’s Been Abusing You

Lu Liangwei shook her head. “No.” She felt warm all over now. “If you don’t believe me, you can feel my hand.” She stretched her hand out from her sleeve.

Long Yang grasped it. When he saw her looking at him expectantly, he finally gave in. “Very well then.”

In the end, Lu Liangwei did not manage to build a snowman because Long Yang would not allow her to touch the snow for fear that she would get frostbite.

However, just watching him build it was enough to make Lu Liangwei happy, even though she could not do it herself.

Looking at the chubby snowman under the plum tree and the man standing beside it, Lu Liangwei fervently wished that she had a camera to capture this moment.

Of course, it was just a fleeting thought.

“Well, we’ve built a snowman, and we’ve admired the plum blossoms. Can we go back now?” Long Yang’s hands were cold from handling the snow, so he did not take her hand, but he stayed close to her to prevent her from slipping.

“All right.” Lu Liangwei cast one last satisfied glance at the snowman before leaving the plum garden.

When they returned to Longevity Hall, Ji Qingyuan and his children had already left.

However, the atmosphere in the room was a little weird.

Lu Liangwei sensed it the moment she stepped inside. “What’s the matter? Did something happen just now?”

The Dowager Duchess beckoned Weiwei to sit beside her.

Lu Liangwei could only let go of Long Yang’s hand and walk over to her, while Long Yang sat down on the other side.

“Where did you run off to just now?” The Dowager Duchess felt her hand, then thrust the handwarmer into her grasp. “Your hands are freezing.”

Lu Liangwei held the handwarmer in her arms and said with a grin, “His Majesty and I went to the plum garden for a walk.”

Aunt Lan made a cup of tea for the Emperor, then brought Lu Liangwei a cup of warm water and said tenderly, “Here’s some warm water to warm your stomach, Miss.”

“Thank you, Aunt Lan.” Lu Liangwei thanked her, picked up the cup, and drank the water in small sips.

“Where’s Mother?” After finishing the water, Lu Liangwei noticed that Ling Lihua was not there.

Right at that moment, Ling Lihua walked in with a plate of steaming plum cakes. She placed it on the table in front of Lu Liangwei and said affectionately, “You must be hungry. Why don’t you eat something first?”

Lu Liangwei looked at her in surprise. “Mother, you made these yourself?”

Aunt Lan smiled and said, “Madam indeed made them herself. Go ahead and try a piece, Miss.”

Lu Liangwei hurriedly picked up a piece and bit into it. The soft glutinous texture and the fragrance of plum blossoms delighted her, and she scarfed down two pieces before saying to Ling Lihua, “It’s delicious. You’re really skilled, Mother.” Then she reached for another.

Ling Lihua wiped the crumbs away from her daughter’s mouth with a handkerchief, laughing. “Eat slower, you greedy little kitty, or people will think the Emperor’s been abusing you by not giving you any food.”

She made a rare joke.

Lu Liangwei glanced at Long Yang subconsciously. Seeing that he was also watching her, she stuck out her tongue and slowed down her eating.

“What do you think of Lingxiu, Weiwei?”

Startled, Lu Liangwei put down the cake in her hand. “Why do you suddenly mention Ji Lingxiu, Grandmother?”

The Dowager Duchess replied honestly, “Ji Qingyuan came today to get my opinion.”

“For what?” Lu Liangwei was puzzled, but she quickly remembered her grandmother’s question and speculated, “Don’t tell me Duke Ji wants Ji Lingxiu to marry Big Bro?”

The Dowager Duchess nodded.

Lu Liangwei was speechless.

How could Ji Qingyuan be so shameless?

It was not that Ji Lingxiu was unworthy, but with a rabid sister like Ji Linghui, she may not be a suitable match for her brother.

Not to mention, although Ji Lingxiu was not as wicked as Ji Linghui, she could be irrational at times.