Eight Generations of the Prime Minister’s Family Prayed for a Daughter, and I Was Born a Good Omen

The Lin family has had no daughters for generations. When the family patriarch, a high-ranking chancellor, faces a deadly calamity, only a daughter can avert it. On the road to exile, Lin Miaomiao is reborn by fate as a little lucky girl with a pocket dimension and a golden finger.

When her brothers go down to the river, duck and goose eggs appear, and fish a foot long leap straight into their baskets.

A boar weighing hundreds of pounds charges right into her father's cleaver.

She grows up alongside the future emperor.

But Lin Miaomiao's good fortune attracts so many talented young men that they come calling for her hand.

Someone grits his teeth: “I want to hide you away in the attic, where I alone can admire you!”

Chen Fengqing relies on his own efforts to clear his family's name and return to court, rising step by step until he finally takes the throne.

“Miaomiao, at last, you can only be mine.”