The Emperor's Favorite

Who says that a smile means you're truly happy?

Tang Mumu transmigrates to another world with her adorable spirit fox, Xiaoli.

Who says that elegant manners mean you're truly a gentleman?

Qi Yuesi brings along his wooden-faced shadow guard, Thirteen, to play the pig to eat the tiger.

You are my past life, and I am your present.

Together for all eternity, never to part.

"Qi Yuesi, you idiot! Who told you to do that?!"

"Oh, come on, dear~ Don't be mad~ I'll be good, I promise~"

"You were actually touched, weren't you, dear~ Come on~ Enjoy yourself~"

A peerlessly handsome man lay on Tang Mumu's bed, his slightly bared chest gleaming enticingly, a wicked smile on his face. Tang Mumu stood in the doorway with a livid expression, though a suspicious blush could just barely be seen...

"Huh? Why are you all lying on the floor?" Tang Mumu looked at the scene in the hall, where "blood flowed like a river," and scratched her head innocently. "What did I do?" After saying that, she poked one of the "corpses" with her staff. A nearly transparent spirit drifted up and said bitterly, "Tang Mumu, you disgrace to the Tang family! I'll never forgive you, even as a ghost!"

"Ah... is that so..." Tang Mumu furrowed her brows in puzzlement. "In that case, I can just crush you..." As if she'd found a good solution, a radiant smile spread across her face. In the blink of an eye, the spirit was obliterated, letting out a scream that seemed to echo for three days before it died...

(This is an extremely sweet romance, absolutely no angst, with a lighthearted, comedic style and the occasional little scheme.)

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