When they heard the odd words coming from the girl's mouth, the people in the room were all a little dumbfounded, not understanding what they meant.
Long Yang frowned. His unfathomable eyes seemed to be considering something. Finally, he said impassively, "You know much."
"Not much at all. I just happen to know some first aid," Lu Liangwei said humbly. On the contrary, her heart was unsettled.
Although she had given Long Yang artificial respiration without any intention of disrespecting him, he might not take it that way.
After all, in this era, first aid like artificial respiration was simply incomprehensible.
A man and a woman talking was enough to spawn suspicion and jealousy, let alone their mouths touching.
After listening to the conversation for some time, Lu Tingchen still could not really understand exactly what his little sister had done to the emperor. However, he vaguely knew that whatever she did earlier was to save the emperor.
