The thought of that possibility brought a frown to Long Yang's face, and he shot her an ominous look.
Lu Liangwei was puzzled by his glare. Remembering something, she stood up reluctantly and curtsied to him. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
When Long Yang saw this, his face darkened even more.
Lu Liangwei was baffled by his displeasure.
When she did not curtsy, he was unhappy; but when she did, he was still unhappy.
Ever since this man was poisoned, he had become more and more unpredictable.
Long Yang walked past her and sat down in her seat.
Lu Liangwei straightened up and turned to look at him, bemused by his surly expression.
However, she soon recalled the afternoon's events. Was it because the signing of the treaty had not gone well?
When she thought of it that way, she was instantly relieved.
He was probably troubled by state affairs.
