Lord Nezha! Your Junior Uncle Is Trying to Run Away Again!

[A timid, hilarious little speck × an overprotective, tsundere Third Prince]

Also known as: Nezha, the Young Lady, Wants Me to Confess

(Not a strong female lead, no logic, mountains of headcanon, my take on Nezha)

Su Lv had just opened her eyes when she realized she was surrounded by monsters, with a flaming spear pressed against her throat.

Looking at the handsome, refined young immortal in front of her, Su Lv quickly accepted her fate. “Lord Nezha, how about you do me a kindness and knock me out before you kill me? I’m afraid of pain.”

Nezha scoffed. “Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

And so, Su Lv was bound with the Red Armillary Sash and bundled off to Heaven.

She thought she was being taken to prison, but not only was she spared being cut up for research, she somehow managed to cozy up to a powerful patron and become a disciple of the Venerable Sage of the Great Clarity.

Su Lv’s ego swelled instantly. She planted her hands on her hips and crowed, “Dear nephew, by seniority, you have to call me Junior Martial Uncle!”

Nezha wrapped one long arm around her and carried her off. “Junior Martial Uncle? Sure. Then tonight, please teach your disciple what it means to respect his elders and honor the Dao.”

[I don’t know if this is a happy ending, but it definitely won’t be a bad ending. No deaths, no substitutes, and misunderstandings get cleared up right away.]