The courtyard surroundings were peaceful and secluded, with very few servants—two or three at most.
Lu Liangwei glanced at her hand, which Long Yang was still holding, and gently tried to pull free. "Your Majesty?"
Long Yang did not let go. Instead, he continued to hold her hand and walked along the garden path, heading toward the pavilion.
They had only just taken their seats when a servant immediately brought over some tea and little cakes.
The cakes were exquisite and looked delicious, but Lu Liangwei had no appetite at all right now. She lifted her eyes to look at the man across from her. "Your Majesty, what did my grandmother say to you when she went to the Palace?"
Why had he said that she would be unable to leave even if she wanted to, once her grandmother returned?
Given Long Yang's carefree attitude, she had already guessed that her grandmother must have returned with the wind knocked out of her sails.
