Junqing

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home.
Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy.
She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered.
Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler!
Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf.
The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious!
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In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded.
One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching.
The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water.
Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored?
Personal Guard: ???
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Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close.
That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore."
Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well?
Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

Mysterious Leader is only Five-Year-Old!

Even these youths who had just graduated, or who had never really been around children, felt an urge to tease and play.


"Others have a dark Yintang, foretelling a bloody disaster. Jinjin, where did you hear such talk, and why is your Yintang red instead?"


Tang Wenhuo then looked down, "Is this why Jinjin insisted on coming out with me?"


"A dark Yintang is often a vague generalisation made by metaphysics masters of inadequate ability. A person's appearance can change with their fate," Tang Jin raised his hand and pointed to Tang Wenhuo's Yintang, "The color is ashy yet tinged with red, like the embers of a flame, surely an accident awaits, and with a predisposition towards fire. Not only big brother, but when the other brothers walked in, their Yintang each had varying shades."


"While not necessarily fatal, it could spell misfortune that affects the latter half of life. When accidents gather together, the source of the disaster must be nearby."


19 Must have a disaster of water and fire