Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Chapter 3: Was She Playing Hard To Get

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Lu Liangwei glanced toward her. “Big Sis, did you not grasp my implication?”

Lu Yunshuang felt stunned. The girl before her appeared somewhat pallid, yet her eyes gleamed with a brilliant shine. Right then as she pivoted, that stare cut sharper than ever.

An odd unease stirred in Lu Yunshuang under that piercing look.

Before, Lu Liangwei had been a beauty, but one missing some vital spark—like a hollow porcelain figure. She drew eyes initially, only for her blandness to quickly dispel fascination.

Now, Lu Liangwei radiated an entirely new presence.

Her features remained unchanged, but she brimmed with fresh vitality, as though transformed by seismic shifts.

Lu Liangwei had always possessed delicate beauty. With this newfound spirit, she now captivated even more deeply.

Lu Yunshuang creased her brow, quelling the rising discomfort, and replied with refined poise, “Though you’d merely become a concubine, unworthy of your standing, it would still be delightful if we sisters could both attend the Crown Prince as his wives.”

‘Sisters serving this jerk of a Crown Prince together?’

Lu Liangwei fought back the surging revulsion and dismissed it with a wave. “Big Sister, how magnanimous of you to welcome other women beside your Crown Prince. Your tolerant demeanor sets a prime example for all women. I’m truly impressed!”

A subtle twitch crossed Lu Yunshuang’s lovely features.

She picked up on the mockery laced in Lu Liangwei’s tone.

Naturally, she had no desire to share the Crown Prince. She’d only uttered those words to provoke Lu Liangwei.

Yet Lu Liangwei acted like someone reborn. She didn’t erupt in fury, hurling curses and rants at Lu Yunshuang as before.

This infuriated Lu Yunshuang.

Lu Liangwei turned her gaze back to Lu Hetian and performed a wanfu (TN: Women often greeted people with folded hands moving about at the lower right side, called ‘wanfu’, literally ‘10000 wishes of happiness and good luck’). “Father, I’m still feeling unwell. May I retire to rest if nothing else remains?”

Lu Hetian, having clarified his mind, saw her pallor and promptly agreed. “Alright, head back to your quarters and rest well. Father will visit you shortly.”

“Okay.” A surge of warmth filled Lu Liangwei’s heart.

No matter her past blunders or the shame she’d brought upon the Duke Mansion, Lu Hetian cherished his daughter deeply.

With matters concluded, she departed. Her eyes avoided Long Chi entirely.

She behaved as if that man were a total stranger.

Long Chi watched her retreating figure and furrowed his brow.

‘What scheme is Lu Liangwei plotting now?

‘Playing hard to get?’

Disdain flickered in his gaze.

Once out of the front hall, Lu Liangwei headed to the rear courtyards.

After just a few paces, she encountered Lu Tingchen.

He lounged beneath a tree in a green changfu (TN: A Chinese robe that is worn during the ancient Chinese era by all classes from the emperor down), sans armor, appearing far less fierce and rigid. His refined features softened, presenting him as a striking youth.

Lu Liangwei halted, abruptly noting how handsome her big brother truly was.

Admiration lit up her eyes.

Lu Tingchen scowled. “Silly girl, what’re you staring at?”

Lu Liangwei blinked and jested, “Since my big brother’s so handsome, can’t I take a peek?”

A flush colored Lu Tingchen’s handsome face as he chided softly, “Have you no propriety? How can a young lady gaze so boldly at a man?”

“Well, you’re not just any man—you’re my big brother,” Lu Liangwei stated plainly.

Lu Tingchen fell silent.

He quelled his unease and adopted a stern expression. “What happened today stemmed from your wish to be Long Chi’s concubine, right? Father consented, so why back out now? Or do you have some hidden ploy?”