Long Yang's brows furrowed. He strode forward and helped her up.
"It's still quite early. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Lu Liangwei stood up with his help. She shook her head and replied, "Father and Big Brother are leading the soldiers into conquest today. I'd like to see them off."
She paused. "Your Majesty, you're leaving to the city gates to give support and encouragement to the soldiers and generals, aren't you? Can you bring me along?"
Long Yang said nothing. His thin lips pursed tight while he took out a handkerchief to gently wipe off the dewdrops on her head.
Lu Liangwei lifted her petite face to look at him. When she saw him staying silent and his handsome face turned grim, she pursed her lips—he looked a little intimidating. She stopped talking as well.
Zhao Qian had been thoughtful enough to bring an umbrella with him as he held it over the Emperor and Empress.
