Quick Transmigration: The Willful Cannon Fodder

“It’s getting cold. Make that little soldier disappear!” a certain general said coolly, waving a hand.

Shu Qin gave a wicked smile. “It’s getting cold. Make this script disappear!”

“It’s getting cold. Make that imperial physician lose his head!” a certain emperor said coldly, holding the woman he loved.

Shu Qin struck an aloof, elegant pose. “It’s getting cold. Make this emperor abdicate!”

“No, why are you framing me?” A certain white-lotus beauty, eyes brimming with tears, demanded of the cannon fodder.

Shu Qin smiled coolly. “That’s right, I framed you. So what?”

Can anyone rein in such willful cannon fodder?

A certain love interest smiled with pursed lips. “No need for you to worry about that!”

Reader's Guide:

The male lead is extremely overpowered. Since I already explained the origins of Shu Qin’s golden finger in my previous book, I won’t go into it much in this one. It’s fine if you haven’t read the previous book (it’s old cringe material anyway ●v●).

One-on-one, main character is the recipient of affection. Readers who require both leads to be sexually inexperienced, proceed with caution.

Readers who care about airtight logic and meticulous research, proceed with caution.

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