Reborn as the Imp, Tyrion Lannister.
His adoptive father doesn't care for him, his true father doesn't love him. A tiny dwarf, so pitiful, so tragic!!!
After transmigrating as the Imp, I, Tyrion, will never grovel at old Tywin's feet. This dwarf will never stand trial!!!
As an illegitimate son of the dragon family, only the sword can win me a realm of my own.
I mustn't disgrace transmigrators everywhere. Even as a swaddled infant, Tyrion is already plotting a fortune-making scheme.
But a pair of tiny hands clamped tightly around Tyrion Lannister's neck.
Damn! They're killing a baby too? Have some shame!!!
Staring at the wicked hands of his sister Cersei, newborn Tyrion's face turned red as he kicked his little legs wildly. "Jaime, you brother-obsessed fool, hurry! Your little brother is dead before he even got started!"
Through the crack in the door, desperate Tyrion could just make out the old lion's shadowy eyes. "Tywin can't accept a cuckold's horns, so now he's coming after me???"
"God, if I get another chance, I'll be the old john at a brothel, Tywin's little lion! A transmigrator's stubby legs are useless here!"
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As expected of a vest, the level of writing is just different
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