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

Yu Yunxi naturally was unaware of her maternal grandfather and Li Xu's thoughts. After she and Xiao Shici left the King of Zhenbei's Residence, they unexpectedly ran into the little bun.

Yu Junjin sat on the steps across from the King of Zhenbei's Residence. He held his small face with his hands, looking drowsy. It seemed like he was waiting for someone. He perked up immediately when he saw Yu Yunxi. He was about to call her 'Mother' when he remembered he was at the entrance of the King of Zhenbei's Residence. In the end, he could only call out, "Sister."

Yu Yunxi's expression changed when she saw Yu Junjin. She strode over immediately and picked him up, asking worriedly, "Why are you here?"

The Little Bun Is Here