1448: Truly Not A Pleasant Feeling

Truly Not A Pleasant Feeling

Just then, Lu Liangwei suddenly said gloomily, "I'm sure I won't look as young as you when I get to your age. I'll become all old and ugly."2

"Silly girl. Stop filling your head with all those silly thoughts—that won't happen." Long Yang stroked her head.

"But what if I really become ugly and old in the future? Will you get tired of me?" Lu Liangwei pressed him for an answer.

"Why would you think that? Of course I won't." Long Yang looked at her seriously. "Besides, when you get to my age, I'll be much older. You'll probably get tired of me first."

"As if I'd ever get tired of you." The worry vanished from Lu Liangwei's face as she broke into a smile. It was difficult to imagine what the Emperor would look like with a head of gray hair.

However, she had no doubt that even in his old age, the Emperor would still be a very handsome and attractive old man.

Seeing her smile, Long Yang said wearily, "You're still in your twenties. There's a long life ahead of you, so don't worry too much."

"You were the one who started worrying," Lu Liangwei muttered.

Long Yang reached out and pulled her closer to him wordlessly.　　

How could he not worry?

He was so much older than Weiwei. He was almost forty, but Weiwei was only in her twenties.

Moreover, he was certain that this girl had no idea how young and beautiful she was. There was no reason for her to fret about becoming old and ugly; he was the one who should be worrying about it.

A gust of wind blew past, and Long Yang drew Lu Liangwei closer for fear that she would catch a cold. "Are you feeling cold?"

Lu Liangwei shook her head with a smile. "No."

Long Yang kissed her forehead tenderly. Nestled snugly to each other, they headed toward Grand Phoenix Palace.

The palace lanterns by the wayside cast their overlapping shadows on the ground, creating an image of warmth and tenderness.

…

Due to Chu Qi's contribution to the conquest of Southern Xinjiang, Long Yang bestowed upon him the title of South Conquering General and his own residence.

He had moved out of the palace a little hastily that day, and the servants were still cleaning the place.

Chu Qi stood and stared vacantly at the large residence for a moment. There was a feeling of emptiness in his heart—as if a part of it was missing—and he appeared somewhat dispirited.

Noticing a few servants clutching wine jars and heading to the wine cellar, he approached one of them and swiped the jar from their arms.

The servants watched him in surprise as he leaped onto the roof.

Chu Qi sat down on the roof facing the direction of the palace.

It was late autumn, and the night was cold and windy. After sitting listlessly for a while, he suddenly reached out and removed the lid from the wine jar in front of him.

He needed something to fill the empty space in his heart.

For a lightweight, the feeling of liquor going down the throat was truly not a pleasant one.

He instantly narrowed his eyes and started coughing from the unbearable sensation.

"Cough cough cough…"

His coughing sounded a little more forlorn in the bleak night.

He set down the jar and ran his fair, slender fingers across the opening.

After hesitating briefly, he picked it up again and took another swig.

The crystal clear liquid slid down his chiseled jaw and disappeared beneath his collar.

The West Reigning General Mansion was just next to the South Conquering General Mansion, with only a wall standing between them.

Long Xuan knew that Chu Qi had just moved into his residence that day, so he decided to pay him a visit to see if he was done unpacking. 

As their residences were only separated by a wall, he jumped over it directly.

To his surprise, he was greeted by the smell of alcohol in the air.

Lately, Lin Qingyuan had been dreadfully strict with him, and he had not drunk in a long time. At this moment, the scent of wine immediately awakened the alcoholic in him.

Without bothering to ask the servants where Chu Qi was, he followed the direction of the scent and soon spotted Chu Qi drinking alone on the roof.

"You son of a gun—how could you not invite me for a drink?" Long Xuan leaped onto the roof.

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