Chapter 1332: 1328 Was The Emperor Taking Revenge On Yin’er

1328 Was The Emperor Taking Revenge On Yin’er

Lu Liangwei glanced down and realized that her appearance was disheveled, much to her embarrassment. If she ran out like this, her image would be ruined for good.

“You can clean up first. I’ll go and bring the kids in,” Long Yang said soothingly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then got up and left.

The two nannies were waiting outside the doors with Long Yin and Yaoyao in their arms.

The two siblings had recently been sleeping with Lu Liangwei, so when they failed to see her when they woke up that morning, Yaoyao immediately burst into tears.

Long Yin did not cry, but he was not in a pleasant mood either, and he refused to drink the milk Nanny Wang fed him.

Left with no choice, the two nannies brought the young Prince and Princess to the Empress’s bedchamber.

Just then, the doors to the bedchamber swung open, and the Emperor appeared in the doorway, clad in an inner garment. “Hand the children over to me.”

Yaoyao stopped crying the instant she saw him and stretched out her tiny arms to him.

The two nannies hurriedly transferred the children into his arms.

With one child in each arm, Long Yang walked back into the bedchamber.

Lu Liangwei had already cleaned up by then, and seeing Long Yang enter with the children, she immediately got to her feet and took Yaoyao from him. She gazed at the little girl with a smile. “Did you miss me, Yaoyao?”

Yaoyao nestled in her arms, upset from being away from her for the whole night.

Lu Liangwei’s heart melted, and she promised her, “You can sleep with us tonight.”

Yaoyao understood her and stared back at her with large, adorable eyes which seemed to say—”don’t lie to me, Mother”.

The sight filled Lu Liangwei with guilt.

She cast a furtive look at the Emperor, only to catch him glancing over at the same time with an almost imperceptible hint of amusement in his eyes.

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Lu Liangwei’s cheeks heated up, and she dropped her head to play with Yaoyao while frantically dismissing the steamy memory from her mind.

Holding Long Yin, Long Yang sat down next to her and whispered in her ear, “You were really thoughtful last night. I’m really happy and… satisfied.”

Lu Liangwei instantly blushed scarlet. Pretending that she had not heard him, she stuffed Yaoyao into his arms. “Hold her for a bit while I go and wash up.”

At the sight of her flushed countenance, the corners of Long Yang’s mouth curved up, and he readily took Yaoyao from her.

Lu Liangwei fled into the bathroom.

Yaoyao, seeing her father’s gaze fixed on the direction in which her mother had run off, started babbling to draw his attention back to her.

Long Yang withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and placed a kiss on her tiny face. Recalling his interrupted moment of passion, he pinched her gently on the cheek. “Your timing is certainly impeccable.”

Thinking that her father was praising her, Yaoyao kicked her little legs joyfully.

Long Yang let out a mirthful laugh.

Just then, he felt a sharp pain on his scalp. He lowered his head, only to see a tuft of his black hair coiled around Long Yin’s finger—Long Yin, the child who had never pulled anyone’s hair before.

The little boy was gazing at him with his glittering, glass-like black eyes.

Long Yang arched an eyebrow. “You peed on me yesterday, and now you’re pulling my hair? Are you asking for a spanking?”

Long Yin stared at him quietly, and without warning, gave his hair another yank.

Long Yang wrinkled his brow in pain.

Long Yin may seem like a weak child, but having his hair pulled by him still hurt a lot.

When Lu Liangwei returned from the bathroom, she noticed Long Yang’s creased brow and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Long Yang jabbed a finger at Long Yin and said accusingly, “He pulled my hair.”

Lu Liangwei looked at Long Yin dubiously. The little boy was sitting upright on his father’s lap, staring at her with an innocent and confused expression. There was not a single strand of hair on his tiny hands, which were placed properly on his legs.

Lu Liangwei paused for a moment before turning back to Long Yang. “How could you frame Yin’er? He never pulls anyone’s hair.” She would have believed him if he said it was Yaoyao or Ji’er. Was the Emperor taking revenge on Yin’er for peeing on him the day before?

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