The Tyrant’s Favorite: His Uncle’s Precious Princess

She was just an ordinary college student, but she caught the trend and transmigrated. What would happen when she became the third princess of Yishang, a plain-looking, timid girl who was bullied by everyone and still unmarried at nineteen? But who could have guessed that beneath her ordinary face lay such breathtaking beauty? Her lovely face could drive countless men wild. He was Prince Chen of Yishang, the kingdom’s God of War. Handsome, calculating, arrogant, and looking down on all creation, he was peerless in the world, and everyone knew his exploits. Yet he disliked women so much that he could barely stand them. When he met her, he finally understood that he had only disliked women because he hadn’t met her yet. 1. One day, she fell from the sky right in front of him. Seeing how extraordinarily handsome he was, she froze. But only for a moment. At the sight of such a beautiful man, her heart began to race. “Hi, handsome.” The woman climbed to her feet. “Handsome?” His deep, pleasant voice was as warm as a spring breeze, instantly winning her over. His ink-black, glassy eyes regarded her curiously. He didn’t seem bothered at all that she had her arms around his waist. “Handsome, are you married? If not, how about I make you mine?” Her eyes sparkled with infatuation as she gazed at his striking face. “You don’t know who I am?” For some reason, he didn’t want to call himself “this prince” right now. “Why should I know you?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled her close and pinned her against a tree. His expression was utterly serious, though even he hadn’t noticed it. “Little temptress, didn’t you just say you wanted to make me yours?” “Mhm, mhm.” She nodded vigorously. How could she live with herself if she let such a handsome man get away? 2. By the time they met again, she knew who he was. Awkwardly, she greeted him. “Hi.” “Why aren’t you calling me ‘handsome’ anymore, little temptress?” The calculating man pressed her against a wall, bracing his hands on either side and blocking her way. Looking at his handsome face, she did her best to suppress the urge to take advantage of him. “I...” For some reason, hearing her say that made him unhappy. “Then you...” The man gave her a seductive, calculating look with his phoenix eyes and asked in a bewitching voice. “Of course I don’t want to.” The words escaped her mouth before she hurriedly covered her lips. She stared at his deep, alluring eyes with her bright, watery gaze. 3. Beneath the plum blossoms, she danced with graceful ease. After the dance, she, beautiful as a dream, fell into his handsome, comforting embrace. As he caught her, the fragrant scent of plum blossoms filled his nose, and he spun around with her in his arms. “Hehe...” She looped her arms around his neck, letting him spin her around as her silvery laughter rang out to the horizon. The thing he said to her most often was, “You’re mine. You can only belong to me, Murong Liuchen.” She answered earnestly, “You’re mine. You belong to me alone.” This is a one-on-one romance with a strong hero and heroine, and the hero dotes on her to no end, loving her with all his heart. Feel free to dive in!