Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Chapter 1435 - 1435 You Can Stay The Night

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1435 You Can Stay The Night

Long Yin looked at Yaoyao, who was lying next to Ji’er, and gave the matter some thought. Then he said, “Let her spend the night here. If she ends up lying on your tummy again, let me know tomorrow and I’ll punish her by making her copy scriptures.”

Yaoyao quickly sat up at the mention of scriptures. “I just remembered that I haven’t taken my bath. I can’t go to sleep like this. I should head back.” With that, she made to get out of the bed and put on her shoes.

However, Ji’er pressed her back down by the shoulders. She blinked and said mischievously, “It’s fine. I won’t think you’re dirty even if you haven’t taken your bath. You can stay the night.”

Long Yin laughed when he saw the hesitation on Yaoyao’s face. He said to them both, “Good night.”

“Good night, Royal Brother,” Ji’er replied softly.

Yaoyao watched as her Royal Brother left the room, closing the door behind him. She had no choice but to compromise now.

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“Alright, alright. Stop pushing me down. I’ll accompany you tonight.”

“Remember the scriptures,” Ji’er warned her.

Yaoyao clenched her fists and said confidently, “Don’t worry. I won’t lay on your tummy.”

Ji’er shot her a look. She was not entirely convinced, but if Yaoyao broke the rules, she would be punished by their Royal Brother to copy scriptures. With that in mind, she decided to make an exception and tolerate Yaoyao for one night. “I would hope so.”

When Long Yin closed the door behind him, he saw Chu Qi standing in the corridor. He was blended into the darkness of the night.

Long Yin paused in his steps and turned to approach him. “Lil Qi.”

Chu Qi turned to glance at him. “Has Ji’er fallen asleep?”

“Yup.” Long Yin nodded. “It’s getting late. You should turn in soon too.”

“Alright.” Chu Qi nodded and turned to walk toward his room.

Long Yin frowned as he watched Chu Qi walk away.

He suddenly realized it was not just Ji’er being dependent on Lil Qi. Lil Qi was quite dependent on Ji’er too.

His mother had told them that Lil Qi was seriously wounded when he saved Ji’er all those years ago. It had caused him to lose his memories and he had not regained them even after all these years.

Losing one’s memory would make an ordinary person lose their direction in life and leave them feeling empty. However, Chu Qi did not seem to be plagued by such troubles.

His world revolved around Ji’er most of the time and he always showed great patience toward her. Currently, it seemed that Ji’er was quite reliant on him, but at the same time, she might also be his salvation and support.

Long Yin thought deeply about this for a while before leaving.

The next day.

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Long Yang called Chu Qi to the imperial study and passed him a register of names drawn up by the Ministry of Rites.

Chu Qi took it hesitantly. When he opened it and saw the paintings of women inside, he frowned and turned to look at his master.

“This is…”

Zhao Qian answered on behalf of Long Yang. “Lil Qi, you’re already twenty-three this year and have reached marriageable age. The paintings here are of ladies from different affluent families picked by the Ministry of Rites under the orders of His Majesty. Take a look and see if you find anyone you like. If there is, Master will bestow marriage upon both of you.”

Chu Qi frowned at his words. He closed the list and passed it back to Long Yang. “I don’t want to marry anyone yet.”

Long Yang was not upset. He simply asked, “When would you like to get married?”

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When Zhao Qian saw him acting this way, he said anxiously, “You’re not young anymore, Lil Qi. If you continue delaying this, you’ll be old…”

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Qian suddenly felt the temperature around him drop drastically. There was a terrible chill and it was only then that he realized what he had just said. This topic was taboo with his master.

His Master had turned thirty-nine this year and he would be forty the next…

Forty…

Being forty years old was not really a serious matter, but the problem lay with the fact that Her Highness was still in her twenties, which his master found upsetting. He usually did not take kindly to the mention of age, and particularly hated to hear the word ‘old’.

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