206: Be My Empress

Be My Empress

Lu Liangwei did not dare to ponder on it, so she gathered her courage and spoke, "Your Majesty, what needed to be examined has been examined, and questions needed to be asked have been answered. Shouldn't you return to the palace?"1

Although their age gap was significantly large, there was an instance where he had kissed her. Even though he had been under medication and was not in the right state of mind, in her eyes, she still felt that being alone together in the house with him was rather odd.

If it were not for his identity, she would have spared him no courtesy and pushed him out.

That being said, she was not being very polite now either.

Long Yang pinned a stare on her small petite face and looked at her for a moment. Then, he suddenly stood up.

Lu Liangwei had not expected his abrupt movement and was startled. She immediately took a step back.

To her surprise, when she took a step back, he took a step forward.

She grew flustered and immediately stretched out her index finger and pointed at his chest. "Wait, Your Majesty, what do you think you're doing?"

Long Yang glanced at the fair, tender finger on his chest, his obsidian eyes flashed with pleasure.

He quickly extended a hand and curled her slender finger into his palm.

"Weiwei."

He suddenly spoke, his voice low and gentle, his tone laced with a gentle tenderness as he called out her name.

Lu Liangwei's eyelashes quivered slightly.

Her index finger was wrapped in his palm and she subconsciously shrank back. However, he suddenly tightened his hold to the point where she could feel the delicate skin of his palm.

Lu Liangwei's forehead broke into fine sweat, and her head slowly tilted back as she tried to avoid breathing in too much of the air around his body. Her head of long dark black hair swayed with her movements, cascading lightly behind her back.

"W-what?" She was inexplicably nervous, and she did not know what he was thinking.

Long Yang lowered his gaze onto her and saw that her forehead was beaded with sweat, clearly scared of him.

He frowned as he suddenly raised his sleeves and reached toward her fair forehead, gently wiping it.

Lu Liangwei's body tensed up and her breath grew tighter.

Such an intimate action was far too ambiguous. It was not as if she was a clueless girl who did not understand anything. She suddenly felt fearful as she sensed that he might say something, so she quickly spoke before he could. "Your Majesty, I would like to retire to bed now. You should return to the palace to rest too."

Long Yang took a glance at her and finally released her hand. He took a step back, and his face showed neither joy nor anger, though his tone was solemn, even careful. "Lu Liangwei, wouldn't it be nice to be my Empress?

Lu Liangwei was taken aback, and her beautiful eyes slowly grew wider.

What?

Long Yang frowned. Why did she appear so shocked?

"Is it not a good thing?" he asked hesitantly.

Lu Liangwei finally regained her senses and immediately said, "No, it's not."

Long Yang's brows furrowed deeply as he asked, "And why is that?"

"Because you are the Emperor." After Lu Liangwei recovered from her shock, her courage seemed to have strengthened.

She was certain that if Long Yang gave her another shock, she would not live to see the next day's sun.

To put an end to his frightening words, she simply said, "I do not like to enter the palace, and I would dislike it even more to be your Empress."

Long Yang's expression fell.

As the Emperor, he had never experienced the taste of rejection, much less being so blatantly shot down by Lu Liangwei.

His handsome face darkened as he grew extremely displeased.

"Reason being?" His voice was deep, both thrilling and dangerous. However, under his sleeves, his hands were tightly clenched in fists.

Lu Liangwei shook her hands.

To be honest, Long Yang appeared very intimidating when he was not speaking. She had to gather her courage to be able to meet his eyes. 

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