Lu Liangwei's heavy heart was suddenly tickled at those words.
She burst out laughing as she reached out to hug her father's arm. "Alright. If His Majesty mistreats me, I'll go back to my natal home and get Father to stand up for me."
Ling Lihua looked in slight exasperation at the pair of father-daughter plotting such plans. She could not help but glare at Lu Hetian. "His Majesty has only lost a portion of his memories and didn't do anything to Weiwei. How can a father like you instigate your daughter this way?"
Lu Hetian tousled his daughter's hair and replied indignantly. "I was just worried about Weiwei getting upset over him, wasn't I?"
"Alright, I know you love Weiwei, but the most important thing right now is to leave the Palace immediately. I need to contact the House of Swallow Snow and send my letter to Southern Xinjiang," Ling Lihua said in a huff.
Lu Hetian finally let go of Weiwei.
