There was no way Long Yang could not perform. From the sensation she had felt in her hands, it was working frighteningly well.
"Miss, why is your face so red?" Zhu Yu's questioning voice pulled her back from her thoughts.
Lu Liangwei lifted her hands to touch her cheeks. They were burning up terribly as expected. "No…nothing's wrong. It's getting late. You should go sleep."
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At the Palace's imperial garden, the Prudence Consort was lifted away by the servants.
She had stood on the artificial hill for an entire day in the cold wind. Her body had stiffened as a result.
The next day, the Grand Duke Family had set up an arena quite early on Heavenly Street.
The news about Second Miss Lu setting up an arena to choose a groom had already spread quickly through the imperial capital.
Many were secretly waiting for some drama.
After all, Lu Liangwei had done quite some embarrassing things when she was wooing the Crown Prince.
