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Title: Imperial Uncle, Don't Mess Around / by Crispy Heart

Chapter 1: A Dangerous Summer Night

On a clear summer night, countless stars were scattered across the dark sky, the moonlight was cool and gentle, and the entire Crown Prince's residence was immersed in a tranquil night.

This is a fresh and elegant courtyard: a hundred green bamboos stand to the east; beneath the sycamore tree by the west wall, a set of dignified and ornate white marble stone table and benches are arranged in an orderly fashion; various flowers, budding and ready to bloom, are displayed beneath the painted pavilion and vermilion tower. The candlelight inside the main house reflects two swaying figures.

"Brother Zhengyang, you should go back and rest! I'm fine!" A petite and lovely girl, with delicate features, stood there pretending to be strong, pushing her beloved man into another woman's room while her heart was not in sync with her words. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she held them back.

During the day, someone told her, "Sister Yiqing, to make a man devoted to you, you don't have to pester him relentlessly. Instead, you have to learn to act pitiful and play hard to get. Do you understand? He loved you. Winning back his love is actually very simple. It just depends on whether you know how to make good use of your beauty."

"Then you should rest well. I'll come and keep you company again tomorrow!" Su Zhengyang gently stroked her delicate feet, his eyes full of pity.

In Su Zhengyang's eyes, his cousin today was different; she was completely different from her previous spoiled and willful self. This reminded him of Leng Yiqing, who had been sobbing uncontrollably at her mother's funeral three years ago.

From that day on, he felt compassion and begged his father to grant him the marriage, wanting to take good care of her for the rest of his life. Fortunately, his father did not refuse, considering their childhood friendship.

In the years that followed, he truly did his best to love and care for her, just like a younger sister. He even stayed overnight at Qingxin Pavilion every night, and his occasional tenderness was extremely meticulous and gentle, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll.

It wasn't until this year, when she gradually recovered from the grief of her mother's death, that she reverted to her former spoiled ways.

After Su Zhengyang left, Leng Yiqing lay quietly on the bed, carefully weighing her gains and losses for the day.

To gain Su Zhengyang's sympathy, she willingly broke her foot by smashing it with a large flowerpot used for planting flowers under the eaves outside the window. Now, looking at her swollen ankle and scarred instep, she felt waves of excruciating pain. However, she had no choice but to try this method.

A year ago, after that woman appeared, Su Zhengyang poured almost all his love into her, seemingly forgetting her existence entirely. She had no choice but to relentlessly pursue him, but it seemed he was drifting further and further away.

If today's pain can win back the love of that unruly man, then all the suffering is worthwhile.

But tonight, it was so difficult for her to push him away and still have to see him off with a smile. The pain in her heart was hundreds of times greater than the injury on her foot.

However, she was relieved to finally know that he still cared about her; otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed with her all morning.

A delicate fragrance drifted into the room on a gentle breeze, and accompanied by her hopes for a bright future, Leng Yiqing gradually drifted off to sleep.

Night deepened, the countless stars faded into the distance, and the moon hid behind the clouds. The courtyard was pitch black, with only blurry outlines visible. An occasional cool breeze blew by, sending a chill down one's spine.

The black-clad man, who had been lurking in the shadows, flew into the room through the wide-open window. Seeing Leng Yiqing fast asleep, he was certain that the sleeping potion had taken effect.

In the dim candlelight, one could vaguely see that Leng Yiqing's cheeks were rosy and her skin was translucent, making her look so alluring. No wonder Su Zhengyang had been infatuated with this woman for a long time; it was probably not just because of their childhood sweetheart relationship!

They quickly removed all her clothes and threw the few pieces of men's clothing she had brought with her onto the bed, messing up the sheets to create the illusion that she was having a secret rendezvous with another man.

He held her soft waist and silently led her to a secluded lotus pond at the easternmost part of the Crown Prince's residence.

A cool breeze sent a shiver through Leng Yiqing, who was fast asleep. She instinctively tried to pull the thin blanket tighter, but found nothing. She awoke with a start to find herself being held hostage by a man in black.

Sensing something was wrong, and without time to think, she frantically cried out for help: "Help! Help!"

Hearing the cries for help, the man in black knew she had woken up, so he simply threw her heavily into the lotus pond and quickly left.

Night had fallen, and everyone was fast asleep. In the vast garden, there wasn't a single guard on patrol, nor did anyone hear the cries for help.

"Brother Zhengyang, help!" He struggled to keep his head above water, calling for help, but because he couldn't swim, he had already swallowed a lot of water. After struggling in the water for a long time, he finally lost the strength to shout.

"Help..." With the last bit of strength he had left, he let out his final cry.

The man in black, hidden deep in the bamboo forest, gently pulled off his veil, revealing a sinister glint in his eyes. He seemed to be talking to himself: "Tonight, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you! Once you're gone, the position of Crown Princess will be mine sooner or later!"

---Aside---

I've finally moved to another account. Thank you everyone for your support!

Chapter Two: The Terrifying Wedding Night

"Yiqing, wake up! Yiqing!" A warm and familiar voice urged anxiously in her ear.

Leng Yiqing struggled to open her eyes, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Yiqing, had another nightmare?" Seeing her mother's worried eyes, Leng Yiqing slowly recovered from the nightmare.

"Mom, it's okay! You can go out now!" She hurriedly sent her mother away, needing to calm down by herself.

She had had the same dream before. In the dream, she seemed to be just a fleeting, ethereal soul, watching scene after scene unfold, yet powerless to stop it. What puzzled her most was why she always dreamed that she and Su Zhengyang were in ancient times?

Su Zhengyang was clearly her direct superior. At only thirty years old, he had inherited his father's business and become the young and promising president of a multinational corporation. And she was his most capable assistant, only twenty-seven years old, the youngest administrative director. From the day she entered the company for her interview, Leng Yiqing was attracted by his extraordinary temperament.

From her very first day at the company, she worked hard to attract his attention with her achievements. In just one year, she rose from an ordinary administrative supervisor to become a rising star in the group.

Persistence pays off, and he finally started asking her out. After two years of getting to know each other and working things out, they finally tied the knot. Today is the day they walk hand in hand into that sacred hall.

But why does she keep dreaming about this scene? Is it hinting at something? She mentioned this dream to him, and he just smiled and replied, "You've been reading too many time-travel novels!"

In the past, she would only have doubts and quickly forget about them. But this time, she felt inexplicably afraid.

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The starry sky, reflected on the sea, occasionally danced with the waves, appearing and disappearing intermittently. A small luxury oil tanker was sailing smoothly on the vast sea.

After a busy day and seeing off all the guests, Su Zhengyang brought Leng Yiqing to the cruise ship that had been prepared in advance, wanting to give her a unique wedding night.

Although they had been intimate before, today, she was facing not her boss or boyfriend, but her husband, the person she would spend her life with. This sudden change in relationship made Leng Yiqing somewhat unaccustomed to it, and she felt inexplicably shy.

In the pink room, a large round bed was covered with fresh rose petals, exuding a refreshing fragrance. Under the dim light of the scented lamp, Leng Yiqing's face flushed even more, making her appear even more alluring.

Leng Yiqing gently closed her eyes and offered her lips to him.

Su Zhengyang's warm, moist tongue immediately and nimbly pried open her soft lips, wantonly licking her delicate tongue and plundering her innocence and sweetness.

"Mmm...mmm..." His kiss made her unable to suppress her coquettishness.

Both were hopelessly lost in their desire for each other. The entire room was enveloped in an atmosphere of endless intimacy.

Finally, amidst wave after wave of demands, accompanied by his satisfied panting, the room returned to silence, leaving only the ambiguous atmosphere of post-coital intimacy.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept across the sea, whipping up huge waves over ten meters high that crashed straight into the oil tanker, causing it to rock violently.

"What's going on?" The two, lost in their passion, asked in unison. Before they could even send out a distress signal, the ship had been completely capsized, the windows of their room were shattered by the waves, and the two were swept out of the window.

"Help..." The howling wind and surging waves drowned out all other sounds. The vast sea was a deep blue, and nothing could be seen.

Watching Su Zhengyang drift further and further away from her, wanting to reach out but unable to grab him, that pain and despair left a deep mark on Leng Yiqing's heart. Even many years later, she still feared that feeling of being abandoned.

I desperately called for help, desperately trying to glide in a certain direction, but my strength was waning. Besides, the icy seawater was still bone-chilling even in the sweltering summer heat.

When she felt powerless, Leng Yiqing wisely chose a piece of driftwood—a small plank from the hull. How insignificant it was! But at that moment, Leng Yiqing could only resignedly cling to it, drifting with the current.

Wanting to conserve her strength, she silently hoped for a miracle while waiting for someone to find her.

She remained submerged in the seawater for a very long time, until Leng Yiqing's entire body grew cold and she finally lost consciousness, letting the wind and waves push her towards an unknown distance.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind and waves gradually subsided, and the sea slowly returned to calm. Leng Yiqing's figure moved further and further away from the coastline until it disappeared above the horizon.

A bright, sparkling shooting star, like a drop of water, flew out of the Milky Way, glided across the dark night sky, and silently fell into the vast, boundless sea. The colors of the sky changed in an instant, appearing so eerie.

---Aside---

Um, I'm really sorry about the word count. I hope you can forgive me. I'm at work and have to finish two more articles. I'll gradually add more later.

Chapter 3: A Naked Transmigration

As the sea and sky merged into one, an old-fashioned small merchant ship slowly appeared. Two people stood prominently outside the cabin. One was tall and slender, with deep, affectionate yet indifferent eyes, a straight nose, sharply defined lips, and long, flowing black hair. His demeanor, a blend of tenderness and domineering presence tinged with a hint of languor, made his identity impossible to fathom.

The other person was dressed neatly and smartly, with a gleaming silver soft sword at his waist and sharp, piercing eyes, revealing his identity as a chivalrous knight-errant.

The man with disheveled hair looked at the sea and asked casually, "Duan Feng, I've been overseas for so long, has there been any movement from the Crown Prince's residence?"

"Your Highness, not yet!" Duan Feng rubbed his nose and answered awkwardly, "She has tried very hard. But after all, the Crown Prince still has feelings for that girl."

The one addressed as "Prince" is none other than Su Yunmo, who monopolizes the commercial lifeline of the entire Yilong Kingdom and is the current emperor's younger brother.

"It's been a year already, is it really that difficult to remove her from the position of Crown Princess?" Su Yunmo was truly indignant.

Duan Feng looked helplessly at the prince he had served for many years, still unable to fathom his thoughts. If the prince hadn't rescued him from human traffickers when he was just a child, and arranged for a master to teach him martial arts, if the prince hadn't always been considerate and caring towards his servants, he wouldn't have served him so wholeheartedly.

But the prince, who had always only cared about business matters, had inexplicably devoted half of his energy to this insignificant girl in recent years. Duan Feng was very puzzled. However, since the prince didn't say anything, he never asked.

A faint ray of dawn gradually emerged from the horizon, reflecting golden light onto the sea, and the sky gradually brightened.

"What's that?" Su Yunmo asked casually, pointing to a piece of driftwood floating on the sea.

Following the direction of his finger, Duan Feng saw a sturdy wooden plank, with what appeared to be a person hanging from it. The plank swayed slightly with the movement of the seawater. Her hands clung limply to the plank, her wet hair clung to her face, her delicate features pressed against the plank, her entire body submerged in water.

At this moment, Su Yunmo's heart was stirred by a series of ripples, and an inexplicable impulse made him want to rush over and save her without regard for his own safety.

Just before Duan Feng was about to lend a hand, Su Yunmo finally couldn't hold back any longer. He darted onto the deck, and with a light leap, like a dragonfly skimming the water, he swiftly reached the plank, scooped it up along with the plank, and flew back onto the deck. The whole process took only a blink of an eye.

Duan Feng looked at Su Yunmo curiously. Over the years, he had never seen him display any martial arts skills. He had assumed the prince was merely a merchant who knew nothing of martial arts. Today, for the sake of an unknown person, he had revealed his abilities. This prince was becoming increasingly unpredictable.

When they saw the person in front of them clearly, they were all stunned for a few seconds. The woman in front of them was completely naked. Her snow-white and delicate skin appeared even more translucent after being washed by the seawater. Her soft black hair clung tightly to her shoulders and chest, making her body appear exceptionally white and flawless.

Her eyebrows resembled crescent moons, her nose was small and straight, and her face was exquisitely beautiful. However, her smooth face and sensual thin lips lacked color, making her appear pale. Anyone who saw her would inexplicably feel a pang of pity.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Su Yunmo couldn't help but wonder, "Are there really people in this world who look so alike? Or..."

“It can’t be her. How could a Crown Princess like her have fallen to such a state? Besides, she’s the daughter of a general. Who would dare to touch her?” Duan Feng was unusually calm.

Su Yunmo took off his coat, gently covered her with it, and carefully carried her into the cabin.