The Tyrant’s Little Darling Is Always Pouting

After unexpectedly entering a book, Ye Xixi, whose athletic prowess was exceptional, finally understood one thing: no matter how skilled you are in martial arts, what can you do if you're tiny? No matter how capable you are, you still can't beat the tyrant emperor's command! With the tyrant emperor about to have her and her mother consort executed, Ye Xixi gritted her teeth, steeled herself, and fearlessly clung to his leg. She put on a smile she thought was cute and adorable, but was actually painful to look at, showing her little gap-toothed grin as she fawned, “Emperor Papa~ Tyrant Papa?” “How dare you! What in the world is ‘Papa’?” Seeing the tyrant emperor fly into a rage, Ye Xixi, who usually saved her brainpower, had the first stroke of genius of her life. She blinked her watery eyes and said innocently, “Father is the emperor of Beiming, and also a loving papa, so Xixi calls Father ‘Emperor Papa’!” That year, Ye Xixi was seventeen. In the palace hall, she competed in couplets with a prince from Nanxuan, showing off how vast and prosperous her mighty kingdom was. Ye Xixi said, “In Beiming there is a fish called Kun. The Kun is so big it can't fit in one pot. It transforms into a bird called Peng, so big it needs two barbecue grills.” The prince of Nanxuan said, “I can understand that the fish won't fit in one pot, but what is a barbecue grill?” Ye Xixi curled her lip and smiled scornfully. “I never expected a prince of the great Nanxuan to not even know what a barbecue grill is. I bet you've never had barbecue either, have you?” The prince of Nanxuan: “...” He really had never tried barbecue, and it sounded pretty delicious. Ye Xixi promptly promised to treat him to barbecue, but a mischievous young man braced one arm against the wall and blocked her way. With a half-smile, he said, “Didn't Xixi promise to barbecue for me and me alone for the rest of her life?” Ye Xixi thought, “Oh no, my poor little heart is racing again because of that boy's wicked smile.”