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: ???
**
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!

Tang Jin tilted his little face upwards, looking at him with surprise. The cleaner the eyes, the more they revealed any dirt they wanted to hide, "Hmm… this time it was so dangerous, it couldn't have been that the Buddha head was broken, right?"


"What nonsense are you talking about? Old man, aren't you going to discipline the youngsters in the family, even if they've just come back from the countryside…"


"I was just about to ask, the Wei family's youngsters, don't they have elders to discipline them? Only know how to cause trouble and make noise in the hospital room?"


The old man snorted coldly, tapped his cane on the ground, his voice authoritative.


So this? Dare to find fault with their Darling?


Outside the cicadas chirped, the sunlight shone, falling on Tang Jin's little head, dazzling to the eyes.


With Grandpa's support, Little Milk Jin held up his little chin, with hands on hips.


I have no way of dealing with her at all.