Married to Another: The Emperor's Uncle

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Shen Fuqing was tricked into returning to the capital by news that her birth father was gravely ill, only to learn that she was supposed to marry the Crown Prince.

She knew, however, that the Crown Prince was a womanizer and no suitable match, and that he clearly looked down on her.

The Crown Prince even deliberately arranged for her to run into his imperial uncle, the cold and heartless Regent who had no interest in women.

Shen Fuqing had once had a dream.

In the dream, the Crown Prince wanted to bring down his imperial uncle, so on his wedding night he sent her into the Regent's arms.

The prince who stood before her, cold as ice, had held her in the dream, and his embrace had been so warm.

Shen Fuqing bit her lip. Since the Crown Prince had brought the Regent before her, why shouldn't she take him?

So, gazing at the Regent's thin lips, she boldly stepped closer, tilting her face up to softly call him, "My lord."

*

On the night he met Shen Fuqing, He Lou Shen had a dream.

His future niece-by-marriage, whose temperament he disliked, was lying in his arms.

Red candles flickered, and his niece-by-marriage revealed a stretch of jade-white neck, with a small red mole right in the middle.

Before he could think it through, he was trapped and unable to move in the dream. The young woman doused him with a cup of cold tea and slapped him hard.

After waking, He Lou Shen touched his face, lost in thought for a long while, then called for cold water.

He had assumed it was just a strange dream he could ignore, but Shen Fuqing kept appearing in front of him, even deliberately falling into the water.

*

After they became intimate, He Lou Shen had no choice but to marry her.

After the incident in the water, he changed his clothes and thought coldly: If she can behave herself, he would be willing to grant her the title of princess consort.

He turned around and saw Shen Fuqing, her little face fair and luminous like an apricot blossom blooming in a gentle spring rain. She reached out softly. "I still don't know your name, my lord."

He Lou Shen paused. It was only a name. He could let her have it.

After they married, he found himself making more and more such concessions without even realizing it.

Until the coolly addressed Princess Consort in his mouth became the affectionate "A Fu."

He Lou Shen gently kissed the vivid red mole on Shen Fuqing's neck, glad that his nephew had no eye for beauty.

[Reader's Notes]

1. [Comments on paragraphs are enabled]. Marriage first, love later, a slow and steady romance.

2. 1v1, both leads are pure, happy ending, three-year age gap. Everything in the plot serves the couple's romance.

3. Set in an imaginary ancient era. Everyone thinks like people of ancient times, and no character is perfect.

4. I hope you enjoy reading. Please have a look at my upcoming stories too, if you like! QAQ

Check out my upcoming story, After Dreaming of the Young Lord Again and Again. Blurb:

Lie Jin is the cherished daughter of the Great General of Zhenyuan.

Just as her parents were arranging a match for her, a new neighbor suddenly moved in next door.

He was the Prince of Ning's heir.

Handsome and refined, as graceful as jade, like a flower on a high mountain.

From that day on, Lie Jin couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Whether she went on an outing with her friends, accompanied her grandmother to burn incense, or met up with her childhood sweetheart, she always felt... someone was watching her in secret.

Whenever she felt a sudden unease, the Prince of Ning's heir would appear at just the right moment and escort her home.

He was cool in manner, but never discourteous.

After that, Lie Jin began dreaming of the Prince of Ning's heir again and again.

At first, the dreams were ordinary enough, but the more often they came, the stranger they became.

In her dreams, she was entangled with the Prince of Ning's heir behind the bed curtains...

Lie Jin awoke in a panic, her heart pounding.

The three red moles beneath the Prince of Ning's heir's collarbone haunted her thoughts.

Lie Jin hurriedly arranged a wedding date with her childhood sweetheart, hoping to escape this nightmare of a fantasy as soon as possible.

*

Later, on her wedding day, beneath the red wedding candles, Lie Jin waited shyly for her childhood sweetheart.

But when the red veil was lifted, the person before her was not her childhood sweetheart.

It was... the Prince of Ning's heir.

His clearly defined fingers were stained with the scent of blood. His eyes, dark and sinister, fixed on Lie Jin like a twisted demon clinging to her.

"A Jin, you haven't been obedient at all in this life."

"After seeing me, how could you still choose that good-for-nothing?"

"In every life, you can only be my wife."

Before he could say more, his lips, cold with sinister intent, had already fallen upon hers.

As Lie Jin struggled in panic, she saw three small red moles beneath the Prince of Ning's heir's collarbone.

They were exactly the same as in her dream.

How could her dream be true down to the smallest detail?

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