At that instant, three people had already begun moving.
Those three were Long Yang, Lu Hetian, and Lu Tingchen.
Right as Lu Liangwei was about to use Zhao Qian's arm for support to get down from the carriage, the three men had already moved simultaneously.
All the officials from the Ministry of Rites saw a quick blur pass before their eyes. Before they could even clearly make out what was going on, they saw their straight-backed, stern, and majestic Emperor—who had hitherto been standing in front of them—already at the carriage.
He even moved twice as fast as Lu Hetian and Lu Tingchen.
Long Yang stood in front of the carriage; very naturally, his hand reached to grasp Lu Liangwei's hand that had yet to land on Zhao Qian's arm.
His palm closed over her soft fingers, squeezing them gently. Then, under the wide-eyed gaze of the crowd, he lifted Lu Liangwei down from the carriage with ease.
