[Blurb needs polishing. There is a pairing, but the central premise will remain unchanged. 2025.10.11]
Li Fuyao transmigrated.
The first words she heard upon opening her eyes were: "Poor Guo'er. That child has suffered so much."
Li Fuyao: ???
Say that again. What's my name?
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Fortunately, things took a turn for the better. Li Fuyao also got a chat group System. As long as she completed the assigned tasks, each year she could randomly invite one wise ruler or two renowned ministers to join the group.
Group name: Support Group for Late-Stage Feudal Scumbags
Tasks: Player quotes, toxic woman quotes, feudal relic quotes, painfully blunt quotes, overpowered hero quotes, oily flirt quotes... She must produce at least 100 quotes every year, maintaining both quality and quantity. The more she produces, the higher the quality of the group members.
Hurt Heavenle, not Anle. Every extra second spent hesitating is disrespectful to yourself. Li Fuyao began studying day and night while still in swaddling clothes, vowing to etch every quote into her DNA.
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The first word a normal child says is usually "Mama."
But according to official history, the first words spoken by the Great Anle Emperor were "Girl."
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Chat group level: Princess Anle of the Tang Dynasty
At a palace banquet, the tipsy Wu Chongxun, cheeks flushed, gave Li Fuyao a dashing smile and said suggestively, "I've long heard that Your Highness is unparalleled in beauty, and the rumors are true."
Li Fuyao covered her nose and said scornfully, "You're so sleazy. A man like you, with no regard for masculine virtue and the manners of a brothel rake, wouldn't find a woman to marry you even in Fangzhou."
Wu Chongxun: "..."
Liu Che, fanning the flames in the group: [Add one more thing! Say that not even a man in the Han Dynasty would want him!]
Li Fuyao: .
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Chat group level: Princess Anle of the Tang Dynasty
At the Princess's residence, Wu Yanxiu knocked on Li Fuyao's door on a spring night. His gauzy robe hung loosely over his shoulders, and his eyes shimmered with a tender, broken look. "Princess, I'm so cold..."
Li Fuyao was overcome with pity and asked with concern, "Then why did you come out? Hurry back and drink some hot water!"
Lu Xun, offering a straightforward suggestion in the group: [If he's still cold, you could also set him on fire.]
Li Fuyao: .
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Years later.
Facing the officials kneeling before her, Li Fuyao massaged her temples and smiled wryly, shaking her head. "You really are something, gentlemen. How could someone as bloodstained as me dare sit on that spotless dragon throne?"
Officials: .
She's in the middle of refusing the throne three times before accepting, Your Majesty! Could you please hold back just for today?
Theme: A kind word warms you in winter; a cruel word wounds you even in summer
