Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 802: One Could Imagine How Overwhelming The Smell Would Be

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‘The Dowager Duchess and Ling Lihua did not stay long in the palace, and after giving Lu Liangwei a few more reminders, they left under Zhao Qian’s escort.

‘When the carriage had disappeared from view, Long Yang held Lu Liangwei’s hand and asked with a smile, “Are you happy that your grandmother and mother came to see you?”

Lu Liangwei nodded, her eyes crinkling into a grin. “Very.” After a pause, she asked, “Are you busy today, Your Majesty?”

“Not really.” Long Yang caressed her hand. “It’s been a tiring day. You should go back inside and get some sleep.”

Lu Liangwei nodded and offered, “Do you want to get some rest together?”

Long Yang had planned to return to the imperial study and continue working, but when he heard this, he took her hand. “All right then.”

They turned and headed back indoors.

A thought came to Lu Liangwei and she said, “By the way, I’ve already distilled the medicine that you asked me to. When will it be sent to the frontier?”

Long Yang was surprised. “So fast?”

Lu Liangwei did not find the task challenging as she was already familiar with distilling medicine. Moreover, this medicine could aid her father and brother, so she naturally poured extra effort into making it.

Since she had had nothing to do for the past few days, she decided to make the task her priority.

“It’s no big deal.”

After pondering in silence for a while, Long Yang said, “Take me to see the medicine first.”

“All right.” Lu Liangwei took his hand and led him to the medicinal room.

The medicinal room was right next to the sleeping quarters. It had a complete range of materials, and it looked just like a small medicinal shop.

Upon entering the room, Lu Liangwei fetched two handmade masks, handed one to Long Yang, and put on the other herself.

At the sight of her peculiar getup, Long Yang glanced at the mask in his hand quizzically. “Why are we wearing this?”

“It can block smells,” Lu Liangwei explained briefly. She took the mask from him and stood on her tiptoes to help him put it on. “If you don’t wear it, you might not be able to stand the smell of the pills.”

A few pills were still bearable, but with so many piled together, one could imagine how overwhelming the produced smell would be.

Long Yang held her by the waist, and after she had finished putting his mask on for him, he let go of her and asked, “In that case, if we put this over the horses’ noses, will these pills lose their effect?”

Lu Liangwei nodded. “They will indeed. So when our army clashes with the Danjue cavalry, it’s best to put something that can block smells over our horses’ noses, or else they’ll also go insane when they inhale that scent.” She paused slightly. “Also, we can only use this method once because once our

enemies find out, they’ll follow suit and put something over their horses’ noses too.”

Long Yang mused, “Then maybe we shouldn’t have our army wear this. These pills can be catapulted from a distance, right?”

“Yes, but when both armies clash, it would be difficult to maintain distance. If they are close to each other, the enemies’ horses may damage our troops too when they go mad.” Lu Liangwei was hesitant.

She had never seen a real battlefield before, and her limited knowledge all came from watching television.

“It’s all right. There are bound to be casualties on the battlefield. I’ll send a letter to your father and instruct him to send out a small squad of elites to face Danjue’s cavalry—if they send out any—and take the opportunity to throw the pills into the cavalry’s midst. We’ll try to minimize the number of

casualties on our side.”

Lu Liangwei nodded. She knew very little about war strategy, but since the Emperor said so, he must have come up with a plan.

“By the way, what do you call this? Is it difficult to manufacture?” Long Yang asked, pointing at the mask on his face..