Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



"That's not true." Yaoyao pouted. "I don't care about any Phoenix Seal. All I care about is Big Brother Beitang."

"Aren't you shameless!" Long Yin berated her.

Yaoyao laughed, not minding it at all.

As Long Yin looked at the girl at the window playing with the Phoenix Seal, he was reminded of what his mother told him about the time he and his siblings had their One-year-old Pick. Yaoyao had fought him for the imperial jade seal, but he refused to give it to her, which resulted in Yaoyao crying. After that, he had stuffed the Phoenix Seal into her hand—her tears stopped instantly and she hugged the Phoenix Seal so tightly it seemed she would never let it go.

He could not help shooting a sidelong glance at his younger sister when he remembered his.

Was she meant to become an Empress ever since she was a baby?

He shook his head— he did not believe in destiny.

This was just a coincidence.

Considering that Yaoyao and Hexin had weaker bodies, Long Yin purposely slowed down the journey.

It was not long before Yaoyao completely forgot about her sadness from being separated from Beitang You.

She dragged Hexin and Bao Yu with her for some fun at every town they stopped at.

Long Yin would follow them every time, worried about their safety.

Today, they had reached a random small city and the whole party found themselves an inn to stay at as usual.

After they had settled themselves in, they went to walk around town.

They had just arrived on the streets when their attention was caught by a huge crowd in front.

"What's going on up ahead? Why are there so many people?" Yaoyao was always excited to see a crowd. She would go anywhere with a nice, big crowd.

"Let's go take a look, Big Brother." She turned back to inform Long Yin, who was following her at the back, before pulling Hexin and Bao Yu and running off.

Long Yin immediately sent someone to go after them to protect them while he followed behind.

There was a street performer there who had attracted many local spectators.

The crowd was gushing with amazement.

Yaoyao pulled Hexin and Bao Yu along, and it took quite an effort for them to squeeze their way to the front.

When they saw the street performer swallowing a sword, they were astonished.

"That's incredible!"

She had heard of such a performance before but had never seen it with her own eyes.

It was an amazing sight for her to see that day.

However, she quickly calmed down her excitement and said objectively, "But that sword must be adjustable, right?"

She spoke in a very low voice, which was only heard by Hexin and Bao Yu.

Both of them had not seen such an act before and they were originally amazed by it, but when they heard Yaoyao's words, they felt that it made sense.

The street performers took turns performing and really got the crowd going.

Everyone clapped and shouted out in amazement, creating a cheerful atmosphere.

After that, a street performer even made a demonstration of breaking a huge rock on their chest.

Everyone applauded once more when they saw the rock break into pieces, while the street performer was safe and sound.

"This one must be real, right?" Hexin stared at the performance and tilted her head to the side as she asked Yaoyao, who was next to her.

"Correct." A man's clear voice rang in her ear and Hexin went blank.

When did Yaoyao's voice turn into a man's?

She turned to look and realized that Yaoyao, who was supposed to be standing next to her, had moved a few places away without Hexin knowing. The person standing next to her right now was Long Yin.

When he noticed the girl staring at him, Long Yin lowered his eyes to glance at her. "What's wrong?"

"No…Nothing." Hexin quickly shook her head in embarrassment.

Hexin could no longer focus on watching the street performance in the city center because of an intimidating young man standing next to her.

Long Yin had a really strong presence and it was difficult to ignore him.

For some reason, Hexin felt uncomfortable standing so near to him.

It was at this moment that the street performers suddenly began to perform fire-spitting, which brought the atmosphere to a climax.