Long Yang and Lu Hetian exchanged glances as a form of tacit agreement and ended the conversation.
Since this fellow knew how to read the atmosphere, they would stop putting him on the spot.
Lu Liangwei was unaware that the in-laws had just had a rare moment of good chemistry, uniting to threaten Lu Tingchen.
She did not know the Liang Family’s daughter, but after hearing what her father said, she asked with great interest, “Dad, is the Liang Family’s daughter really that fine? If so, we should let Grandmother ask around and arrange a meeting between Big Bro and that lady.”
Lu Tingchen, “…”
Was this girl here to make things worse for him?
Long Yang glanced at him wordlessly, a trace of a smile on his face.
Lu Hetian pretended to ponder, then said to Lu Liangwei, “Alright. When we get back, I’ll discuss it with your grandmother.” After saying that, he sighed. “Your brother’s also not that young anymore. If he keeps delaying his marriage, he’s going to end up robbing the cradle.”
Pfft!
Lu Tingchen almost laughed out loud, his handsome face turning red from holding in his laughter.
Lu Liangwei was not stupid, and she could naturally detect the sarcasm directed toward Long Yang in her father’s words.
She glanced hurriedly at Long Yang and blinked knowingly at him, worried that he would get angry.
Long Yang was startled, but the hostility he exuded quickly disappeared, and a smile filled his eyes.
He smiled reassuringly at her, signaling that it was alright.
Lu Hetian turned his head just in time to witness their interaction, and he almost exploded with rage.
Long Yang, that scumbag of an Emperor!
It was really infuriating; how dare he seduce his daughter right under his nose? The audacity!
“That’s not right, Grand Duke. If he doesn’t rob the cradle, should he rob the grave instead?” Long Yang glanced at him, a ghost of a smile on his face.
The veins on Lu Hetian’s forehead bulged furiously.
Was this scumbag Emperor provoking him?
He clenched his fists, his knuckles producing a cracking sound.
Seeing that the Emperor had angered his father, Lu Tingchen dreaded that he would do something irrevocable on impulse and hurriedly nudged Lu Liangwei.
Coming back to her senses, Lu Liangwei quickly took Lu Hetian’s arm and said softly, “Dad, don’t be angry with His Majesty. Let’s go.”
Lu Hetian looked at his daughter and sighed heavily. “Alright.”
Lu Liangwei exhaled in relief, not daring to look around recklessly anymore.
At this moment, the Virtuous Consort, the Pure Consort, and the Prudence Consort were heading in their direction and curtsied to Long Yang from a distance. “Greetings, Your Majesty.”
“Rise.” Without sparing them a single glance, Long Yang strode toward Jade Dew Hall.
The three consorts quickly stepped aside and waited for him to leave first, then followed him from far behind.
When the group arrived at Jade Dew Hall, they ran into Long Chi, Lu Yunshuang, and Chen Qiyu.
After greeting Long Yang, Long Chi and Lu Yunshuang walked up to Lu Hetian.
“Dad.” Lu Yunshuang stepped forward and wanted to take Lu Hetian’s arm affectionately, but he stopped her.
“Your Highness.” He performed a fist and palm salute.
Lu Yunshuang stiffened and said a little awkwardly, “Dad, you don’t have to be formal with me.” She then looked at Lu Liangwei. “You came too, Lil Sis.”
“Hello, Big Sis.” Lu Liangwei nodded at her in greeting.
Lu Yunshuang gripped her handkerchief tightly.
Long Chi’s gaze landed discreetly on Lu Liangwei and eyed her from head to toe in a flash.
Sensing his strange gaze, Lu Liangwei could not help letting out a sneeze.
She then rubbed her arms, feeling chills all over her body.
What the hell did this sleazy Crown Prince want?
Hearing her sneeze, Lu Hetian, Lu Tingchen, and Long Yang undid their cloaks simultaneously.
Lu Hetian was the nearest to Lu Liangwei, but when he had removed his cloak and was about to put it on Lu Liangwei, Long Yang was already a step ahead of him. With the cloak in his hands, he turned back and draped it around Lu Liangwei’s shoulders.