Song Yiqin

The regent of the Tianxia Kingdom, who had control over a huge army and ruled over a powerful kingdom, was never close to women. One day, he was poisoned again and nearly died.

While everyone worried that he had no successors, a kid who looked exactly like he was brought to the palace gate.

Only then did they recall that, five years ago, when the regent was poisoned for the first time, the Yu family's eldest daughter was kidnapped and brought to him for auspicious reasons.

Since they shared similar fates, she did everything she could to help rid him of the poison. However, on the day he awakened, the royal family plotted against her, and she disappeared mysteriously.

The regent's eyes became dim when he saw the kid. "Did your mother finally decide she couldn't forget about me and ask you to return in her stead?"

The kid clenched his jaws. "No! The young prince of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother, in a few days. My mother asked me to come and check if you're still alive. She doesn't want you to die on the day she gets married. It's bad luck."

After he finished his sentence, the regent picked him up and walked out with big strides.

"Don't worry. I won't die on your mother's wedding day. After all... I've got a wedding to crash."

Five Years Later, She Bombarded the Palace with a Miniature Version of the Regent

"Huh? Then what are we going to do?" the little bun whispered.

Feng Yili replied in a low voice, "I'm bringing you to see a friend of mine."

"So you have friends too, Father," the little bun said with a sigh as he held his chin. At the same time, he thought to himself, 'Even someone as fierce as Father has friends…'

Feng Yili looked at the little bun as though he could read the little bun's mind and said, "From now on, let Luo Xiuran teach you martial arts."

"No," the little bun refused decisively. He could accept anything, but he could not accept Luo Xiuran teaching him martial arts. He said, aggrieved, "Father, I know I was wrong. I won't say anything bad about you anymore. Can you bear to leave me to Uncle Xiuran? My martial arts will definitely fall back if I learn from him!"

Feng Yili only carried the little bun and said, "Let's go."

A Match Made in Heaven