Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 1553 - 1553 She Thought He Was Old And Weak

Chapter 1553 - 1553 She Thought He Was Old And Weak

1553 She Thought He Was Old And Weak
Lu Liangwei quickly shook her head. “That wasn’t what I meant. I clearly said ‘we’.”
Long Yang snickered—as if he would believe that!
They were fifteen years apart. If she was old, would that not make him even older?
She was clearly implying that he was already old and incapable, hence she could rest easy leaving him alone.
Was that what she had thought of him all this time?!!
Long Yang rubbed the spot between his brows in exasperation.
With a sneer, he rolled up his sleeves and suddenly marched over to her.
Seeing his menacing demeanor, Lu Liangwei immediately turned on her heel to run.
However, she had underestimated the speed of this “old man”.
She had barely turned around when Long Yang caught up with her and slung her over his shoulder.
“I’ll let you know whether I’m incapable or not very soon.” Long Yang narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerous.
No man would enjoy having his ability doubted by his woman, and Long Yang was no exception.
For the past two years, he had diligently cultivated his mind and restrained himself a lot in certain areas just so he could be by Weiwei’s side longer in good health.
Debauchery wore out the body the easiest, which was why he had cut down on drinking.
How could she think of him that way?
It seemed that Weiwei had misunderstood his self-control.
She thought he was old and weak now, huh?
He was determined to let her find that out for herself today.
Since the children were not in the palace, Long Yang let himself loose. After he had swept Lu Liangwei into the bedchamber and barred the doors, neither of them came out for an entire day.
Zhao Qian stood guard at the palace entrance dutifully, but despite the distance, he could still hear the Empress’s yowls.
He clapped his hands over his ears as he called his master a monster in his heart.
Despite his age, he still had no awareness of looking after his own body—did he think he was still a youngster?
When Zhao Qian thought about it that way, he suddenly felt that it was all right for his master to indulge himself once in a while.
He smacked himself on the head disdainfully.
He should really stick to minding his own business!
The next day, Lu Liangwei felt as if her body had been taken apart and put back together again, for it ached terribly.
When she saw that the contented Emperor was still lying in bed, she immediately grew irritated.
He was already this old, yet he had tormented her like there was no tomorrow.
He refused to budge even when she wept.
All that just to get back at her for calling him useless?
He was, in fact, far from it—she was the useless one.
The longer Lu Liangwei studied his handsome sleeping face, the more annoyed she got; at the same time, a feeling of envy welled up in her.
He was already in his forties, yet his face was still radiant and his skin so frustratingly taut and flawless.
This man was truly blessed by the heavens.
She moved close to him, planning to bite him on the cheek so he would be too embarrassed to face the court officials.
Just when she was pondering where to make her mark, she felt a force pull her by the waist; the next instant, she found herself falling onto the man’s chest.
The man’s deep, dark eyes opened slowly, a half-smile on his face. “Weiwei, you’re really getting weaker and weaker.”
Detecting the teasing undertone in his remark, Lu Liangwei grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his face.
B*stard—how dare he complain after taking advantage of her?
“Are you angry?” Long Yang effortlessly caught the “weapon” she had flung at him, a smile on his lips and amusement in his eyes.
The corners of Lu Liangwei’s mouth twitched—now she finally knew that this guy was getting back at her for insinuating that he was old and useless yesterday.
Somehow, the thought quelled her anger. Casting him a cool glance, she said calmly, “Judging from Your Imperial Majesty’s performance last night, it seems that you were anxious to prove something. Well, Your Majesty, you have done just that—you’re still as robust as ever, and I’m willing to admit defeat.”