Peach Porridge

# pretendtobeafool # emperor # koi 
# femaleleadisacutebaby
The Great Qi’s emperor had been hoping for a daughter, but he got 28 sons instead! This tyrant went to the altar and prayed, saying that if he could get a daughter, he would never kill indiscriminately again and would give peace to the world! To everyone’s surprise, Heaven actually agreed! Ten months later, Qi’s only princess, Gu Nuo’er, was born with tremendous luck.
Starting her life surrounded by cunning ministers, being targeted by enemy nations, and in a world filled with natural disasters, the little princess waved her hand and indicated that she wasn’t afraid! With her great luck, she helped her tyrant father clean up the imperial court, pleased the women in the harem, and brought good luck to everyone around her. Slowly, she became a dear princess treasured by all.
Tyrant father: The throne is Nuo’er’s cradle. I can even give her the entire nation if she wills it!
Prince brothers: We’re handsome, talented, and rich, but we won’t marry. We’ll use our life to pamper our sister!
Minister uncles: Whoever bullies our princess shall not blame us for besieging them and eradicating their existence!
By the time Nuonuo was all grown up, everyone realized that the youth who grew up with her had been eyeing her for the longest time now…
Green-eyed wolf boy, Ye Siming: Dearest Nuonuo, I’ll wreak havoc in the families of those who made you cry, and take the lives of those who hurt you. If you like, my life is yours too.

The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

Ye Siming's expression was cold as he went forward to check if the assassin was still alive.

"You lived a cowardly life, but you died a straightforward death." He sneered.

He turned around and went out. The constables who had been chasing after the figure earlier returned in a hurry.

"Marquis, that person's qinggong was extremely fast and he escaped. These subordinates only discovered this!"

A broken arrow was presented to Ye Siming with both hands.

He lowered his eyes and picked it up with his slender and fair fingertips, his gaze arrogant.

Ye Siming narrowed his narrow eyes and brought the arrow to the tip of his nose to smell it.

Then, he threw the broken arrow to the ground.

The constable was surprised. "Marquis, this is evidence. You don't want it anymore?"

Ye Siming looked at him coldly. The constable felt his gaze and immediately felt that he had said too much.

Bad News, Ye Siming Has Come