Clear Spring Waters

That year, she was only three. What can a three-year-old child do? Yet he had his eye on her. “Heroes emerge in troubled times, but even heroes fall prey to beautiful women. Would you rather be a beauty who brings disaster, or a hero who loses his nerve?” The elegant young man bent down and asked with a smile. “If I were a man, I would never be tempted by a woman.” “Good. Then remember, starting today, you are no longer a girl, Quanding.” This is the transmigration version of Spring Waters Still. It is completely clean and an absolutely slow burn, so please bear with me! A solemn disclaimer: this story is somewhat set in an alternate world, so if anything doesn't match historical fact, please ignore it! I know there may not be many readers, but I still want to mention my new project: Theme: