The Prince’s Three-Year-Old Darling, the Harem’s Beloved

A tiny, doll-like child suddenly appears at the gates of the Prince of Zhenbei’s residence, clutching a letter that says, in crooked handwriting, “This is the prince’s bloodline.” The cold-faced Prince of Zhenbei, feared like the King of Hell, looks at the child who cries like a kitten and smiles like a little sun. His brows knit so tightly they could crush a mosquito. He’s guarded his chastity for twenty-eight years. Where would a child come from? But the little one clutches his finger and calls him “Daddy.” Her soft, sweet voice could melt the ice at the border. She paints his calligraphy into little cats, then holds up her “masterpiece” and asks for praise. When he isn’t looking, she sneaks into the kitchen and comes out with flour all over her face, saying she’s making “love buns” for Daddy. The cold prince’s heart is chewed to pieces just like that. Who would have thought that at the palace banquet, the little one would be so bold as to call the Empress “pretty big sister” and snap an imperial antique zither in half with her bare hands, giving the chief eunuch a heart attack on the spot? Everyone thinks the little tyrant is about to be dragged off for a beating, but instead the Empress Dowager pulls her into her arms and smothers her with kisses, the Empress gives her a box of jewelry, and even the sternest Emperor smiles as he peels her a tangerine. “This child has My protection!” From then on, the inner palace has a little troublemaker: She kicks the Consort’s peonies around like a shuttlecock? The Consort says, “I’ll just plant ten more pots!” She covers the Grand Tutor’s lesson plans with little turtles? The Grand Tutor says, “A promising student, and so creative!” She tears up the princes’ homework to make a kite? The princes say, “As long as our little sister is having fun!” Xiao Yichen watches the little one being spoiled to the heavens by everyone around her and grinds his teeth. “Everyone, hands off! She’s my daughter!” The little one sucks on a candied hawthorn skewer and blinks her big eyes: “