Will the Little Prince Be Destroyed Today?

【Bonus chapters are dropping, come check them out~ | My new column, A Survival Guide for Little Ones in the Cultivation World, is now open】 Blurb A little divine beast who lived in the Classic of Mountains and Seas opened his eyes and found himself reborn as the little prince of the Qi dynasty. The little prince had no mother and no one to love him. It was obvious he wouldn’t live past the age of three. The little one who had transmigrated didn’t want to die just like that. He did his best to toddle off on his short little legs and find himself someone to provide for him. With a smack! The little one ran headfirst into the imperial harem’s most favored, yet cruel and ruthless, Noble Consort. Little one: “I-I’m done for.” Later, the most arrogant, domineering, and impatient Noble Consort spent the whole afternoon gently coaxing the mischievous little one who had climbed up a tree. “Be good, little one. Mama loves you most. Come down and I promise I won’t spank you.” The little one, doted on by Noble Consort to an extraordinary degree, had the ability to foresee the future. He saw his beautiful but hopelessly lovestruck mother, the Noble Consort, eventually get her entire family executed by the dog emperor. His eldest brother, a gifted ruler, die unjustly in a staged accident. His radiant, passionate second sister be offered to the elderly emperor of Daqing to secure peace. His gentle, smiling third brother follow their eldest brother in death the year after he died. His overbearing, reckless fourth brother, his reserved, shy fifth sister… Not one of them had a happy ending. Their country was also destroyed by Daqing’s brutal young crown prince. The little one who had foreseen their fate looked at the mother, brothers, and sisters who loved him. He puffed out his cheeks and set out to change everyone’s fate, one by one! His mother was lovesick? He’d cure her. One of his siblings was going to be sacrificed and sent to Daqing? He’d pack his little bundle and go himself! When the imperial siblings and Noble Consort realized the little one had been sent away, they stood at the palace gates, eyes bloodshot. Noble Consort was finally cured of her lovesickness and began to deal with the dog emperor. The princes stopped fighting among themselves and swore through their tears They would avenge the humiliation the little one suffered today! In the eyes of his family, the little one would surely be bullied and humiliated in Daqing. But no one could have imagined what would happen. Daqing’s most brutal crown prince was now kneeling beside the bed, coaxing the drunken little one lying on it. “I won’t destroy your country. I won’t make you a little prince of a fallen kingdom.” “Whatever you say goes.” * Childhood sweethearts, everyone dotes on the little one * Very sweet! 【A recommendation for my upcoming historical danmei, A Survival Guide for Little Ones in the Cultivation World, which is now complete! Visit my author page to check it out!】 Blurb Ming Qiao was a pitiful little one in the world of cultivation. He was born sickly and had no mother. His father left home to search for medicine to cure him. Little Ming Qiao sat on the doorstep, nibbling on a steamed cornbread bun as he waited for his father. He waited and waited, but his father never came. Instead, the great demon lord and the immortal sects went to war. The demon lord fought bravely for three days before burning himself up in a self-destructing explosion. The cultivation world faced its end, and little Ming Qiao fell over with a thump and died, too. When he opened his eyes again, little Ming Qiao found himself a hundred years in the past. The great demon lord was still a little one, and his father and mother were both young. Clutching the steamed bun that had come with him, little Ming Qiao set himself a goal. 1. Find the little demon, keep an eye on him, and stop him from destroying the world! 2. Find his mother and make sure she doesn’t die. The little demon was easy to find. Ming Qiao looked at the little demon, who was a bit taller than him but even more miserable. He fed the little demon his steamed bun and coaxed him patiently. “I’ll take care of you from now on. Don’t turn bad, okay?” The little demon: “?” The little demon ate a piece of steamed bun and picked up a little burden. The little burden said he’d take care of him, but couldn’t even walk without being carried. He had no choice but to carry him. The little burden would spit up blood if he didn’t, and it was terrifying! Ming Qiao, being carried along, clung tightly to the little demon’s neck, promising him the moon and trying to brainwash him. “Big Brother, when I grow up, I’ll carry you too.” Ming Qiao managed to keep the little demon in check and worked hard to find out his father and mother’s names. But Ming Qiao was confused Why was his mother’s name the same as that of the immortal lord known as the untouchable flower of the immortal sects? And why was his father’s name also the same as that of the infamous Demon Venerable? Ming Qiao: “QAQ, help! Are you really the ones who gave birth to me?” And also… Would his father and mother accept a little one from the future? * 1v1, sweet! A little one adored by everyone * Childhood sweethearts. 【A recommendation for Summer’s End, a completed manuscript I’ll be opening for preorders soon on my author page. Visit my page to add it to your collection~】 Blurb On the night of their seventh wedding anniversary, Mo Ying lay alone in the hospital and sent Qin Ye a message: “Let’s get divorced.” Qin Ye didn’t reply. He was at that very hospital, keeping another sick girl company. Later, Qin Ye begged everyone he could find to tell him where Mo Ying’s grave was. No one told him. Seventeen-year-old Qin Ye carried Mo Ying on his back and ran over mountains and across valleys to the hospital. He ran through the bitterly cold wind, sweat and tears streaming together down his forehead. The young man’s despair and grief burned hot. Back then, all he could pray for was that his A Ying wouldn’t die. Later, at the end of the mountain ridge, twenty-nine-year-old Qin Ye looked back. He could no longer see the A Ying he’d once known, only a faint glimpse of his seventeen-year-old self. Seventeen-year-old Qin Ye had red eyes. He said he would rather have died on that mountain road with A Ying on his back. A husband chasing his wife after the breakup, but failing to win her back; the female lead dies. Inspired by many real-life stories: when people who fell in love young reach the end, one of them always has to leave. The female lead is clear-headed and independent, not lovesick, and shines even without love. The novel is short, around a hundred thousand words. Theme: Keep striving to live, even in adversity!