Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1248 - 1248 Aren’t You Thinking A Bit Too Much

1248 Aren’t You Thinking A Bit Too Much

According to the Empress, he had carried her twice while she was unconscious, hence she did not sense it.

At this moment, however, she was wide awake.

Being carried by a man so intimately made her feel extremely awkward and uneasy.

Moreover, the person carrying her was Lu Tingchen.

Her wary expression sent a hint of impatience flashing across Lu Tingchen’s handsome face.

In a few strides, he carried her over to the table and sat her down in a chair.

Chu Jiu stared at the food in front of her in surprise.

He just wanted to let her have her meal…

“Aren’t you thinking a bit too much?” Instead of leaving right away, Lu Tingchen stood by the table and knocked on it with his knuckles.

Chu Jiu glanced up at him a little sheepishly. “I…”

“I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again – no matter how hungry I am, I’ll never choose someone like you.”

Before Chu Jiu could finish, Lu Tingchen cut her off brusquely.

A faint blush of embarrassment and shame spread across Chu Jiu’s pale face. She bit her lip and lowered her head wordlessly, unable to retort.

Lu Tingchen had already been born with a silver spoon in the first place, and then he got promoted to general for his military accomplishments. Moreover, he was the Empress’s brother.

With such a prominent status, he could have all the women he wanted. There was no reason for him to lay his hands on a sick and plain woman like her.

Indeed, she had been thinking too much.

After snapping at her, Lu Tingchen immediately turned on his heel and walked out.

‘That woman’s cuter when she’s unconscious,’ he thought to himself.

Lu Tingchen did not visit her anymore the next day; only Ling Lihua came to examine her pulse.

“Madam, I feel much better now.” Chu Jiu gazed at her earnestly.

Ling Lihua instantly saw through her intentions.

She withdrew her hands and looked at her with a smile. “Weiwei left you in our care before she left, so we can’t let you return to the imperial capital before you fully recover.”

“But I’m fine now…” Chu Jiu protested anxiously. Being idle made her feel insecure, and she hated it. Ever since she could remember, she had been working hard for a living and doing all kinds of missions. After being instructed to protect the Empress, she continued to be on high alert at all times and had never slacked off even once.

Moreover, she had always been in good health—never had she felt this weak before.

Being ill hindered her from doing anything except lie in her tent every day. This was something she was unused to, and it frustrated her.

Ling Lihua patted her hand, her voice softening. “I’m a doctor, so you have to listen to me. You’re still very weak. If you travel in this state, you’ll faint again like how you did last night, and it’ll be dangerous if you faint during your journey.”

“That won’t happen…” Chu Jiu insisted.

However, Lin Lihua interrupted her. “Chu Jiu, do you know why your fever went from mild to serious?”

Chu Jiu stared at her in confusion.

“When you have too much on your mind and refuse to cooperate with my instructions, even the best medicine won’t work.” Ling Lihua sighed. Gazing at her thin and pallid face, she said softly, “Weiwei said that you’re twenty this year, just like Chen. You’re still so young, so why do you always look so worried? Just take my advice—relax and forget about everything else. That way, you can recover faster and return to the imperial capital soon.”

Her gentle voice and concerned expression abruptly reminded Chu Jiu of her mother, who had passed away long ago.

Her chin trembled, and her eyes reddened.