For three hundred years, the people of Great Chu waited for their one and only little princess. At last, she arrived, but she slept for three years straight, and everyone was convinced she wouldn't live much longer.
No one knew that inside the frail little girl's body dwelled a fully accomplished master of metaphysics, who had been betrayed by her disciple and perished a thousand years ago.
And no one knew that beneath the imperial throne lurked an evil ghost feeding on the kingdom's fortune.
At her investiture banquet, the Noble Consort stole her fortune, the officials called her a monster, and everyone waited to see her die. But Chu Zhaozhao hurled her baby bottle to the ground. On the spot, she made the witchcraft backfire and the dead speak, and turned her infamous tyrant father, said to kill without batting an eye, into a complete doting dad.
The crown prince is coughing blood? Someone's stealing his life. Her war-god brother is crippled? A bone-devouring curse is festering in his leg. Ghosts haunt the imperial temple, the chancellor plots rebellion, and the mystic sects come knocking?
Zhaozhao clutches her bottle and says in her baby voice, “Don't worry. One at a time.”
She had only meant to eat well and wait for death, but her family, whom the world called lunatics, always rushed to shield her whenever danger arose.
The little princess has no choice but to pull out a Five Thunder Talisman. “You can pick on me all you like. But touch my family, and we'll see whether your life is tougher or the heavenly thunder is.”
Cute, brave and kind-hearted Zhaozhao, the little rabbit is obedient