Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

1762 The Nervousness Of Meeting The Man She Loved Suddenly Welled Up In Her

“I understand.” Ji’er nodded and sat up straight.

“I’ll ask your father to come back here for lunch so you two can talk it out.” Lu Liangwei caressed her cheek tenderly.

Ji’er bit her lip and lowered her head nervously. “What if Father… hates me?”

“Silly girl—why would your father hate you when he’d do anything for you and give you all the love in the world? You’re his child; you were always on his mind when you weren’t around. Nothing would make him happier than you forgiving him,” Lu Liangwei reassured her, smiling.

The apprehension in Ji’er’s heart faded a little at her words.

At noon, Long Yang returned to Grand Phoenix Palace.

Yaoyao, Ji’er, and Hexin were chatting inside. When he walked in, they immediately halted their conversation.

“Father!” Yaoyao shot to her feet and dashed over to him.

Ji’er stood as well. She wanted to run up to him like Yaoyao too, but the unease in her heart held her back.

While she was hesitating, a shadow fell over her.

“Ji’er.”

She raised her head in bewilderment, only to see her father standing before her and gazing at her lovingly.

When she saw his affection for her in those eyes, her lip trembled, and tears spilled down her face.

Flustered, Long Yang moved to wipe her tears but caught himself for fear that she would resent his touch, which left him at a loss for what to do. “Ji’er, don’t cry…”

Remembering what her mother had said, Ji’er noticed the gray strands hidden in her father’s dark hair. A wave of sadness washed over her, and all the lingering hesitation in her vanished at that moment.

She took a step forward and threw herself into his arms, clinging to his waist as she sobbed. “Father, I’m sorry…”

Startled at first, Long Yang then released a sigh and stroked her long hair, saying gently, “I’m the one who should be sorry. Ji’er, I’m sorry for making you suffer. It’s all my fault.”

Ji’er shook her head. “No, Father. I was immature and made you sad, it’s all my fault…”

“No, the fault is mine. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Long Yang quickly corrected her.

Lu Liangwei was greeted by this sight when she entered the room. Her eyes moistened, and she dabbed at them with a handkerchief before walking up to them with a smile. “That’s quite enough. None of you were wrong, so stop fighting to take the blame. It’s my fault, all right?”

Her interruption managed to liven up the atmosphere in the room once again.

Long Yang and Ji’er were finally reconciled, filling the palace with laughter and cheer.

…

Two years later.

Yaoyao departed for her wedding in the Yan Kingdom, escorted by Long Yin.

After a month of traveling, the procession finally arrived at the capital city of the Yan Kingdom.

It had been a long journey, and everyone was thoroughly worn out.

The city streets were lined with people, eager to welcome this cavalcade that had come from afar.

Beitang You was waiting outside the city to receive it.

However, he did not get to see Yaoyao.

According to tradition, they were not allowed to see each other for the few days leading up to the wedding.

After a tedious month of traveling in a carriage, Yaoyao was practically staggering with exhaustion. However, when she heard Beitang You and Long Yin talking outside, she forced herself to gather whatever bit of energy she had left as the nervousness of meeting the man she loved suddenly welled up in her.

The thought that they would be wed in two days only made her heart race faster and fanned her nerves.