The Ninth Prince [Reborn]

[Due to this story's setting and plot not meeting Jinjiang's requirements for writing pseudo-incest, and despite revising the outline over and over, I couldn't make it work, so I have to abandon it. I'm terribly, terribly sorry. I'll send red envelopes as compensation to all the sweethearts who left comments. Also, since I don't want an unfinished story sitting in my collection, I'll most likely replace it with another short practice piece in a couple of months. Please remove it from your favorites if you like. Thank you.] Please add my next story, "You Can't Refuse to Believe in the Supernatural," to your favorites. A shocking piece of inside gossip: Ning Capital's second young master, Ning Qize, won a bronze statue of Zhenwu at an auction house affiliated with the British Museum and is bringing it back to China to hand over. But everyone who knows Ning Qize knows that Captain Ning of the Special Cases Unit is a cold-blooded monster who only cares about guns. He has no interest whatsoever in archaeology or cultural treasures. This is just a mission. Ning Qize believes only in science and the gun in his hand. But that night, eight hundred years slipped by, and a cold, deep voice emerged from inside the statue of Zhenwu. "You spent your entire fortune. You want me that badly?" The next day, Ning Qize booked an appointment with a neurologist. The world is full of surprises. The following autumn, the Special Cases Unit's First Squad fought a cross-border tomb-raiding gang on a mountaintop. A small path that didn't exist on any satellite map suddenly appeared in the deep forest, saving Ning Qize when all seemed lost. The same cool voice drifted out again. "I told you, this is my sanctuary." Ning Qize: ... Cool, wolfish beauty bottom x a divine top who traveled from ancient times to the present and is tired of life Theme: .