The National Preceptor Is Three and a Half

Shi Huan held a position second only to the emperor and above everyone else. Anyone who saw her had to respectfully address her as State Preceptor.

Her eldest disciple was the current emperor, a wise ruler of his generation. Her second disciple was the prime minister, head of all the ministers. Her youngest disciple was a young general who made his name in a single battle. Even her fiance was a peerless talent from the same sect.

Shi Huan thought life like this was unbearably dull. At last, her fiance found his first love, the moonlight in his heart, and Shi Huan thought her life was finally about to change. Who could have known that this first love would be so gentle and delicate, treating everyone with tender warmth, while all three disciples took her side too?

As things spiraled out of control and Shi Huan went further and further down the path of the wicked female supporting character, one day the cold, sharp-tongued State Preceptor suddenly turned into a baby who couldn't give up milk.

Her fiance and disciples crowded around the baby, staring at one another in bewilderment.

"H-Huanhuan?"

"...Master?"

With a pop, the baby pulled the pacifier from her mouth and finished her milk with a blissful look. She raised her little arms and handed the bottle to the emperor, who was crouching nearby. In a babyish voice, she said, "Another one!"

Feng Tianqing took the bottle. "...So my master still wasn't weaned at almost four! And she sure has quite an appetite!"

The transmigrated White Lotus, who had been brimming with confidence about winning over all the male leads, suddenly realized something was off. A baby clutching a milk bottle had somehow appeared among the four male leads!

The baby not only rode on the prime minister's shoulders every day, bossing everyone around, but all four male leads stood nearby with lovestruck expressions. My daughter is so cute!

Warnings:

1. This story has a mountain of original headcanons. Don't read if that's not your thing.

2. There is some angst. If you can't handle angsty stories, you might want to stop here.

3. This is my first book, and it has plenty of rough edges. Please consider carefully before buying.

My new novel, My Group Chat Friends Are All Transmigrators, is currently updating. Please add it to your collection!

An Rong woke up to find she'd transmigrated to the interstellar era and become a hapless miner, working herself to the bone on a mining planet.

Other people transmigrate to the stars and become female leads who pilot mechs or beloved heroines who rise to the top.

She transmigrated to the stars and swung a mining pick until it sparked.

To summon her golden finger, she had screamed herself hoarse and eaten poisonous fruit until she landed in the hospital. She also had to raise the two children left behind by the original owner and pay a huge medical bill.

An Rong: "..."

Just let it all burn. I can't go on like this.

Just as she was about to sell herself to the mining company to pay off the medical bills, her golden finger finally arrived.

[Ding!]

[The "Transmigrators' Mutual Aid Alliance" group chat is now online!]

Her group chat included a vicious female supporting character who had transmigrated into a cultivation world, a substitute princess consort who had transmigrated into an alternate ancient era, the real heiress who was fighting wits with a fake heiress in the modern world, a little O trying to protect their chastity in a modern ABO world, and a necromancer struggling to survive in a Western fantasy world.

An Rong: "..."

Why did everyone else transmigrate into such impressive roles, while I'm a miner swinging a pick until it sparks?

But! With the support of her group chat friends, a miner won't be a miner forever!

[You received a red packet containing a spirit plant seed.]

[You received a red packet containing ten taels of gold.]

[You received a red packet containing fertilizer.]

[You received a red packet containing pheromones.]

[You received a red packet containing a magic circle.]

With this "Transmigrators' Mutual Aid Red Packet Group," An Rong left the mining planet. Her inner farmer burst into bloom, and she became the largest supplier of food in the interstellar era.

Years later, a reporter interviewed her. "President An, what kept you going as you climbed from a lowly miner to where you are today?"

An Rong smiled. "Of course, it was the group chat friends who truly cared about me."

Theme: After all the twists and turns, we'll come to understand what is most precious.