Ye Chaochao passed through the book and became the cannon fodder "little stepmother" of Xiao Jue, a powerful nine-thousand-year-old man.
The original owner met a miserable end, and Ye Chaochao just wanted to live a stable life with his tail between his legs.
[Oh my God, this cheap son is really handsome, but it's a pity that he is a psychopathic villain. In the end, he was cut into pieces by five horses, tsk tsk.
Xiao Jue, who was reviewing the memorial, paused with his brush and raised his gloomy eyes.
Soon, Ye Chaochao discovered that not only her cheap son, but all the lucky sons of Dajing could hear her voice!
The loyal old prime minister: [Oh, the old man is really a loyal minister, but it is a pity that he will be framed and executed soon.
Little Puppet Emperor: [Poor little boy, you still don't know that his most respected uncle is going to usurp the throne, right?
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty said: "!!!"
They thought it was an oracle from heaven and regarded Ye Chaochao as a god.
Ye Chaochao was panicking on the outside, but on the inside he was as calm as an old dog: [Play, play it all for me! The director will see how long you can perform!
From then on, the villains abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side, the loyal ministers escaped death, and the national destiny of the Dajing Dynasty flourished.
Until one day, the nine-thousand-year-old man with all the power in the world blocked her in a corner and said with a deep look in his eyes: "Mother?"
Ye Chaochao's legs were weak: [Son, son...]
"What was in your heart last night... That you wanted to give me a child?"
Ye Chaochao: [! ! ! What I'm talking about is finding you a wife to have a baby, you bastard!
