Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, Please Don’t Turn Evil

"Hey! Did you hear what I said?" The Ninth Prince, Tang Zecheng, scolded Ye Xiaoxian, his voice brimming with arrogance.

Ye Xiaoxian had only just transmigrated, and her head was still groggy. Only now did her thoughts begin to clear. She looked up and saw that the person calling himself "this king" was a pudgy little boy.

At her feet, a child of about six was curled up on the ground.

The child's ocher face bore several cuts, and the dust made his tattered clothes look even worse. His blood-red eyes stared straight at her, as if he wanted to chop her into a thousand pieces.

What had this body done just now?!