The Ancestral Dragon Prays for Rain, and a Three-Year-Old Dragon Cub Falls from the Sky

【Everyone’s Favorite + Adorable Child + Bound to the Nation’s Fate + The First Emperor as a doting dad + Feel-good power fantasy】 The Great Qin Empire had suffered three years of drought. A thousand miles of land lay barren, and corpses of the starving littered the roads. Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, personally ascended the altar to pray to Heaven, offering his blood as a sacrifice. Just as his last shred of hope was spent, the sky split open. A three-and-a-half-year-old toddler with silver-white dragon horns fell through the rift and landed in his arms. The little one was hurt from the fall. Her lip quivered, then she burst into tears. In an instant, torrential rain poured across the Nine Provinces, ending the three-year drought overnight. The First Emperor stared at the sobbing child in his arms, utterly stunned. From then on, the Great Qin Empire’s style went completely off the rails. Li Si crawled into the hall on his knees: “Your Majesty! The princess didn’t get her goat’s milk this morning, and three mountains of gold in the treasury collapsed!” Wang Jian sent an urgent report from eight hundred li away: “The princess didn’t sleep well at noon. She rolled over, triggering an earthquake at the border and burying the entire Xiongnu camp!” Meng Tian sprinted by with the princess’s little quilt in his arms: “The princess wants roasted sweet potatoes! Hurry! Plant them! I want the whole army planting!” The First Emperor tossed aside his memorials, picked up a rattle drum, and gazed at her with tender, unhinged affection. “Be good, Ji’er. Eat one more bite, and Daddy will take you to crush the remnants of the Six Kingdoms.” At last, the whole empire understood: this three-and-a-half-year-old little thing was the true ruler of Great Qin.