The Imperial Uncle’s Marriage into the Royal Family

Mo Ling asked with a dark expression, “Ye Buli, I heard you’re planning to leave me behind?” Ye Buli gave an arrogant snort. “I heard you’re planning to become the Princess Consort of Prince Jing of Zheng?” “You didn’t want to take her away and live in seclusion. Ling’er, would you accept the position of empress of Great Chu?” “Princess Consort? Empress?” Ye Buli glanced from one snow-white-robed young master to the other. “She’s the Asura King of Great Yan. You two aren’t worthy.” “Neither are you,” Helan Jing and Zhao Chenyi said in unison. Ye Buli pulled his woman into his arms, his face icy. “Why am I not worthy?” Before he could finish, he was knocked flat on his back, with someone’s foot planted on his chest. Someone laughed at him. “I don’t want any of you three. I’ll go live in seclusion by myself and enjoy my freedom.” Feng Ruzhai, emperor of Great Yan, rushed over and clung to someone’s leg, sobbing uncontrollably. “Imperial Uncle, you can’t leave me all alone! Great Yan depends entirely on your reputation.” Mo Ling stared helplessly at the sky. She didn’t want to be a God of War, a God of Slaughter, or an Asura King. She only wanted to elope with the man she loved and find a beautiful, peaceful place to live an ordinary life. But why was it so hard? Years later, when she occasionally lay awake at night, she would remember the first time she saw Ye Buli and still smile. She had taken a fancy to him and marked him as hers at once. That really was something a bandit would do. And Ye Buli would never forget that he had actually been taken advantage of by a woman.