Name: [Western Crossover] Little Pig, Run!
Author: Tea Egg

Synopsis

Lately, Mike hasn't been doing well. He's wondering if he should see a therapist. Every night, he feels miserable. Basically, whenever he falls asleep, he starts dreaming, and they're obviously not pleasant dreams.

Why is he still holding a fishbowl? Because the two little fish inside are his classmates.

Oh, hell no! You're the one who's classmates with fish!

"Mike, you smell delicious. (｡﹃｡)" someone says, drooling.

Go away!

You're the delicious one! Your whole family is delicious! _(:⑧"∠)_

And all you perverts... please stay away. I'm really not tasty at all!!

I'm not a real pig, I'm not a real pig, I'm not a real pig! Important things have to be said three times!

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I'm not Pigsy, I'm not Pigsy, I'm not Pigsy! Important things have to be said three times!

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Wen Ke carries memories of her previous life and is born into the body of a little princess, the daughter of an unfavored concubine in the Qing imperial harem. She also gets an absurd "Palace Gossip System." It's not for cultivation, and it's not a pocket dimension golden finger. Its only function, apparently, is to cheerfully broadcast little tidbits of palace gossip around her.

[Ding-dong! Host, please take note! Today's headline: Consort Hui's cat bit Consort De's embroidered shoe, possibly triggering a diplomatic crisis in the harem!]

[Gossip tip: Last night, Emperor Kangxi summoned Consort Yi, but stayed only long enough to drink a cup of tea. Could something be weighing on his mind...?]

Wen Ke: Wow!

From the moment she was born, her life's script had already been written: be gentle and virtuous, grow up and marry for political alliance, then move far away to the Mongolian grasslands and become a sacrifice to diplomacy.

She can't listen to another word of the brainwashing lectures from the palace maids and matrons!

Wen Ke lies in her cradle, blinking her innocent big eyes, while inwardly scoffing for the thirty-thousandth time: Who wants to be obedient and virtuous? Who wants to be married off to the grasslands?

The grasslands? Wind, sun, and mosquitoes bigger than flies. Sleeping in a tent, with your back aching every time you turn over! Drink milk tea for three days and you'll break out in pimples. Ride a horse until you start questioning your life. That's what they want for her?

Don't make me laugh. She's dressed in silk and brocade, eating special little cakes from the imperial kitchens, and even her diapers are made from soft silk sent as tribute from Jiangnan. She's living comfortably. Who'd want to suffer all that?

Her father has so many sons. Why not pick one or two of them to marry off instead?

So? A political marriage? Out of the question!

If fate won't give her a choice, she'll rewrite the script herself!

And so, the harem's whole atmosphere changes. A chubby little baby in a bellyband begins her "growing-up-and-clinging-to-powerful-people plan."

[Host, Host. This is your eldest brother, who's under house arrest because of witchcraft.]

Yinzhi: ????

[Host, Host. This is your second brother, the deposed crown prince.]

Yinreng: ????

[Host, Host. This is your third brother, who isn't very bright and got himself killed.]

Yinzhi: ????

[Host, Host. This is your fourth brother, who has the last laugh but works himself to death.]

Yinshen: ????