After Hatching, the Little Phoenix Grabs a Bottle and Storms the Imperial City

[Light mind-reading + beloved by all + cannon fodder + feel-good novel + gossip]

“Wah! Master is mean!”

The three-hundred-year-old little dumpling, still clutching her gourd-shaped milk bottle in her mouth, is kicked out of Cloud Summit Sect, and the court of the Fengming Kingdom erupts into chaos.

The emperor digs out the ancestral abacus in the middle of the night. “Quick, calculate whether the treasury has enough for our little grandaunt to smash!”

In the Golden Throne Hall, the little phoenix kicks up her feet and gnaws on a chicken leg.

[The Minister of War is going to kneel on a washboard tonight~ His wife found the love poem he wrote to the courtesan!]

The crimson-robed minister immediately performs a spectacular pratfall.

[Your nephew-grandson is going to turn into pickled vegetables in a wine jar!]

The emperor's hand shakes on the Dragon Throne, and the imperial seal rolls right to the little dumpling's feet.

“Urgent report! The enemy army is at our borders!”

The little phoenix sucks on her pacifier and puts her hands on her hips. “Bring me my alchemy furnace!”

With a casual flick, she sends out true phoenix fire to burn the enemy's provisions to a crisp, then turns and grabs the Heavenly Dao by his white beard.

“I haven't finished buying candied hawthorns yet, so you're not allowed to ascend!”

The court officials chase after their little ancestor, memorials in hand.

“Your Highness the Princess! The Ministry of Works has built a wooden ox and gliding horse that can breathe fire!”