So Adorable, Even a God of Slaughter Has to Help with the Baby

Three-year-old Mengmeng didn't know that her mother had been betrayed by a scumbag and had worked herself sick caring for her.

Her mother wrote a letter in blood and put it up on the street, claiming that Mengmeng was a descendant of the Ming imperial family.

The news caused a stir among those in the palace.

Mengmeng was carried into a magnificent palace, holding her sleeping mother in her arms.

So many pairs of eyes stared at her without blinking.

The scumbag refused again and again, and even tried to secretly harm Mengmeng.

Mengmeng remembered what her mother had told her before falling asleep:

She was to call the man wearing a jade pendant with a red cord “Father.”

But when Mengmeng saw a cloud of black qi above that man's head, she was scared. Turning around, she spotted Prince Xiao, the feared God of Death, watching the scene with a cold expression and one hand propping up his forehead.

She blinked and saw that Prince Xiao had the same white qi above his head as her mother. Without a second thought, she crawled over and called out in her soft little voice, “Daddy!”

The assembled court officials were so terrified they didn't dare make a sound. That was the famous God of Death, Prince Xiao of the Great Ming Dynasty, who could behead hundreds of men with a single stroke and was known for his ruthless, decisive methods. No one dared provoke him. How could this child, who didn't even know whether she had royal blood, dare approach Prince Xiao? Was she just asking to die?

Prince Xiao had also adopted three boys, so Mengmeng had three older brothers.

When Mengmeng saw black qi rising above the heads of the people beside her brothers, but her brothers couldn't see it, she anxiously waved her hands.

Bad people! They're bad people!

Mengmeng was soft and sweet, and her prince father learned how to soothe a child to sleep and tell bedtime stories.

The court officials: Was this really the same Prince Xiao they knew?