Seeing that she was not against him playing with her fingers meekly, Long Yang glanced at Lu Liangwei tenderly, and the corners of his mouth curved upward in pleasure.
Lu Liangwei finally understood. “Oh, so that’s what you were talking about.”
Long Yang placed her hand in his palm and spread her fingers open. He realized that her hand was really tiny, or were the hands of women always this soft and small?
He had never noticed other women’s hands before, but he developed a fondness for Lu Liangwei’s fingers.
Her dainty palm was fair and smooth as if carved from the finest jade.
Looking at her fingertips, he suddenly recalled that day when she had fallen asleep and put his finger in her mouth.
His heart pounded a little, and he stared at her slender fingers for some time before finally letting go of her reluctantly.
“You don’t have to pay attention to them. If something like this happens again next time and you don’t want to enter the palace, just ignore them. You’re my chosen Empress; you don’t have to mind anyone.”
Feeling warm inside, Lu Liangwei smiled sweetly, then she suddenly thought of something and said teasingly, “When you say anyone, did you include yourself? Does that mean that I don’t have to mind you too in the future?”
Seeing the mischievous smile on her face, Long Yang raised an eyebrow and suddenly said in a deep voice, “Lu Liangwei, you’re being insolent!”
“Hehe.” This time, Lu Liangwei was not afraid of him at all. Although his voice was stern, his eyes were clearly smiling. “Please cease your anger, Your Majesty. I was wrong.”
A smile spread across Long Yang’s handsome face. As his gaze fell on her lips, he suddenly reached out and put his arm around her shoulders, then slowly lowered his head and leaned forward…
“Master, we’ve arrived at the imperial garden.”
At this moment, Zhao Qian’s untimely voice came from outside.
Long Yang stopped in his tracks, and a trace of irritation flitted across his face.
When the man leaned over suddenly, Lu Liangwei held her breath and gripped the handkerchief in her hands, looking at him nervously.
Hearing Zhao Qian’s voice at this moment, she instantly exhaled in relief. A smile bloomed from the corners of her mouth, and she pushed the man. “Your Majesty, Butler Zhao said that we’ve arrived.”
Looking at her rosy lips right in front of him, Long Yang narrowed his eyes, then suddenly leaned forward and gave them a quick peck.
Lu Liangwei was stunned. His fresh and pleasant smell had barely wafted up to her nose before disappearing the next instant.
Long Yang had already stood up and exited. Looking back and seeing her still sitting in the carriage, he said affectionately, “Weiwei, we’re here.”
Coming back to her senses, Lu Liangwei hurriedly stood up and followed him out. When she met his teasing eyes, her face heated up, and she quickly turned away, avoiding his scorching gaze by looking at her surroundings.
“Greetings, Your Majesty.”
A woman’s silvery voice suddenly sounded. Turning her head to look, Lu Liangwei realized that the carriage had already arrived at the entrance of the imperial garden. Three women were already standing in front of the carriage.
Lu Liangwei had seen these three women at the palace banquet before. They were Long Yang’s consorts.
Long Yang had already put away the relaxed and carefree attitude he had displayed to Lu Liangwei. His face was now cold and intimidating, inspiring awe in anyone who caught sight of him.
“Rise.”
Hearing this, the Pure Consort, the Prudence Consort, and the Noble Consort straightened up. They eagerly gazed at the Emperor standing on the carriage, instinctively ignoring the gorgeous girl beside him.
Zhao Qian reached out to help Lu Liangwei down, but before Lu Liangwei could give him her hand, Long Yang had already taken it.
Under everyone’s astonished gazes, Long Yang helped her down from the carriage delicately.
The three consorts’ eyes finally fell on Lu Liangwei.
