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

Old Master Qiao was chased away unwillingly.

Gu Nuo'er covered her mouth with her small hand and chuckled.

Then, she lay down and rolled into the soft blanket.

Old Madam Qiao lay down beside her and gently patted the child.

There was only one light left in the room. The light was warm and carried a softness that made people sleepy.

Old Madam Qiao's white hair looked even more benevolent in this light and shadow.

Gu Nuo'er wasn't sleepy at all. She blinked her watery eyes and asked, "Grandma, who planted that tree in the school?"

Old Madam Qiao's gently patting hand paused and her smile faded. "Nuo'er really wants to know?"

Her eyes were serious and flickered with curiosity.

Old Madam Qiao couldn't help but sigh softly.

She looked at the bed curtains, her gaze becoming distant, as if she was looking back at decades ago.

It's My Imperial Grandmother?