Long Yang was handling some important Palace Memorials at the time. He paused when he saw the girl coming in through the door.
Lu Liangwei walked in with her gaze trained on Long Yang and curtsied to him. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
As Long Yang looked at her lowered head, a smile tugging at his lips, and his voice subconsciously became gentle. "Didn't I say that you need not greet me formally in private?"
Lu Liangwei did not lift her head. "We should not forgo etiquette."
Zhao Qian, who was standing by the door, felt nervous when he heard her reply.
Even a fool could tell that Second Miss Lu was unhappy right now.
He wiped his sweat, thinking to himself, 'I'm doomed.'
If Second Miss Lu were unhappy, Master would also be unhappy.
This idea he had come up with seemed to be a failure.
Long Yang put down the brush in his hand. He walked out from behind the table and helped the curtsying girl up.
