My Imperial Uncle Spoils Me Rotten

She transmigrated and became the Crown Princess in name only, little more than a pawn. Su Mo had no trouble dealing with scumbags, tearing down scheming women, or raising three children. Her biggest problem was her handsome imperial uncle, who chased after her all day calling her A-Mo. The three little dumplings declared, “Our mother is rich, powerful, and beautiful. All she needs is a man who can cook.” The man said, “A-Mo, how about I offer you my kingdom and spend the rest of my life making tea and cooking for you?” Su Mo pressed a hand to her forehead. No way. This enchanting man was far too good at flirting; she was about to lose her self-control. “Uncle, I don't feel well. I need an IV.” The man looked worried, and Su Mo immediately pounced on him and kissed him fiercely. The usually aloof imperial uncle smiled faintly and let her do as she pleased, gently calling her “A-Mo!”