Long Yang actually did not feel particularly strongly about this nephew of his, but the kid was nevertheless his sister's only child and was only born when she was thirty years old. Naturally, he still paid some attention toward him.
His royal sister had already lost her husband, and if her only child's well-being was also compromised, she would definitely fall apart.
"Hmm." Listening to the girl comforting him with soft tones, Long Yang's usual cold heart turned soft.
Seeing that the man's brows were no longer scrunched up, as though he was no longer worried about his troubles, Lu Liangwei's eyes curved, and she could not resist poking the corner of his mouth with her finger. "Your Majesty, you should smile more."
With her soft finger poking at the corner of his mouth, it was as if a feather was brushing across his heart, ticklish and soft, which made him feel excited.
