[Everyone’s Darling] [Transmigration] [Light Comedy] [Great Ming] [No Saintly Doormat]
Zhu Xiurong was only four when she transmigrated into the body of the Hongzhi Emperor’s only daughter.
Her father was an emperor who plucked out his beard in secret after getting riled up by civil officials. Her mother was an empress who would raid the treasury the moment her younger brother cried. Her brother was a hell-raising crown prince who had driven their Grand Tutor to quit eight times.
Her two uncles were even worse: one day they seized farmland, the next they beat up court officials. Their impeachment memorials could cover an entire wall.
And she just happened to have an inexplicable treasure pouch tucked in her arms.
When the Earl of Jianchang threw his weight around and beat someone up, she sighed, pulled out a “Pain Sticker,” and slapped it onto her uncle’s back.
Every punch that old farmer had taken, her uncle felt right then and there. He fell to his knees, howling so loudly the whole courtyard rang with it.
Empress Zhang rushed over to defend her brother. “He’s still just a child, ”
Her four-year-old daughter tilted her head and said in a babyish voice, “Mother, Uncle is already over seventeen.”
The empress was speechless.
At court, the censors were just about to start quoting the classics.
Tang Bohu had already plastered the teahouses of the capital with illustrated broadsheets exposing their secret land purchases.
Wang Yangming stood guard by the picture stall with a sword in hand. “Anyone who dares tear them down can debate the Way with me for three days and three nights.”
The Hongzhi Emperor hid behind his throne and quietly asked his eunuch, “How is my daughter feeling today?”
The eunuch wiped his sweat. “The princess just… sighed.” The emperor’s face changed.
Before long, everyone in the capital knew one ironclad rule for staying alive:
When Princess Taikang sighs, don’t run.
When Princess Taikang reaches into her pouch…
Running won’t help either.
