I Leave the Eastern Palace for the Emperor's Uncle, and the Scumbag Crown Prince Weeps on His Knees

When bandits ambushed them on the road, the crown prince shoved Song Wanning toward them without hesitation, all to rescue his childhood sweetheart. “Wanning is sensible. She surely won’t blame me.” Song Wanning didn’t blame him. That very night, she knocked on her royal uncle’s door. Late at night at the country estate, the walls were thin as a cicada’s wing. Next door, the crown prince spoke softly to his childhood sweetheart. “I’ll stay by your side all night, without leaving for even a moment.” Here, Song Wanning was pinned against the door by her powerful royal uncle. In the darkness, a rough thumb pressed against her trembling lips. Later, at a palace banquet, the crown prince went to take Song Wanning’s hand, his eyes red. “But you’re supposed to be my crown princess.” The aloof, ascetic royal uncle glowered as he shielded her, his eyes filled with possessiveness. “Crown princess? The crown prince should address my princess as Aunt.”