I transmigrated, and somehow ended up with a son, too.
He hatched from an egg, has blue eyes, and speaks in a sweet, babyish voice.
He doesn't eat food. He only eats gold.
He eats two liang and poops out one liang, and what comes out is pure gold.
I thought Heaven had blessed me with an easy fortune. Turns out Heaven was trying to kill me.
Military tallies, golden elixirs, ancient cities in the Western Regions, holy maidens from Miaojiang... Every one of them wants to snatch my son.
I was hunted, poisoned, and wanted, with a bounty of thirty thousand taels on my head.
Just when I was at my wits' end, my late father suddenly came back to life:
“Second Son, I've been waiting ten years for you.”
Me: “And who might you be, sir?”
The Tang Dynasty's greatest gold-devouring beast, making trouble for his dad online.
