The Little Ones I Raised Are Big Shots!

Li Tongyu was born clutching a seed in her hand. Someone told her it was a spirit fruit: plant it, and it would blossom and bear fruit. Eat the fruit, and she would gain ten thousand years' worth of spiritual power. Then she could regain her original nine-tailed fox form and ascend to godhood. But why, the longer she nurtures it, the more familiar this spirit fruit seems? It looks just like the enemy who cut off two of her tails in her previous life.

Ye Linzhao has a secret he has never dared to tell anyone. His most important original form ended up in the hands of a little fox spirit. Every day, she cares for it, strokes it, and nourishes it with spiritual power and yang energy. Little by little, he develops a heart and learns to love, and all the gloom and sickness that clung to him fade away. But he is slowly remembering that the tree that cut off her tails and destroyed her inner core in their previous life was him...

Desperately seeking advice: What should I do?

A chaste ancient tree god VS a bewitching little fox spirit who knows how to ensnare people

My next book will be an ancient-times transmigration story, Raising the Child I Brought Up: When He Disappeared, I Went Mad. Please add it to your reading list. Kisses~

The emperor and the chief minister are at it again!

The chief minister has locked the emperor up again!

The emperor falls and hits her head while escaping through a window, leaving her life hanging by a thread...

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Inside the imperial palace, the aloof and proud chief minister Pei Xuandi kneels in despair before the dragon bed. Grasping the hand of the woman lying there, he begs humbly, "Yinyin, I won't argue with you anymore. Please, wake up..."

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The moment Yu Qianyin opens her eyes, she has returned to fourteen years earlier. While being hunted, she is rescued by a wild boy from the mountains.

The boy washes his face, and Yu Qianyin takes one look at him and flies into a rage. She pounces on him, scratching and clawing. "Damn you, Pei Xuandi! You argued with me! You locked me up! You loved your white moonlight instead of me!"

Pei Xuandi frowns and picks up the unreasonable, filthy little nuisance. Ignoring her shrieks and protests, he strips off her clothes and tosses her into a water vat.

Yu Qianyin is shaking with rage. "You dare take off my clothes? I'll cut off your head and wipe out your entire clan!"

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Pei Xuandi, who grew up deep in the mountains, learns for the first time that there is an animal in this world called a girl.

Girls are delicate, soft, and good-for-nothing. They can't hunt or cook, expect to have everything handed to them, and never stop berating him with their little mouths. They roll their eyes at him at the drop of a hat.

Pei Xuandi expressionlessly surveys the wolf, tiger, and black bear skins hanging on the wall and thinks, One day, I'll hang her up there too.

Who could have guessed that as he raises her, he would grow attached? He carries her in his arms or on his back, gives her the best food and drink, and never hits back or talks back when she scolds him.

Until one day, she leaves him a letter saying she has a throne to inherit, then vanishes from his life.

When they meet again, she has become the supreme empress and has forgotten him. He, meanwhile, has schemed and stained his hands with blood to rise to the position of chief minister in just three years, wielding power over all beneath heaven and feared by everyone.

He resents her for abandoning him and forgetting him. In secret, he chips away at her imperial authority, bent on revenge.

One day, as summer begins to bloom and the begonias flourish, the beautiful and enchanting empress calls him over. Her eyes brim with tenderness, and her voice is bashful. "My dear subject, are you married?"

Pei Xuandi looks at her coolly, his voice icy. "This subject already has someone in his heart. I hope Your Majesty will behave with propriety."

More or less a lighthearted story about a male lead raising a child, with just a little chasing-his-wife-to-the-crematorium.

Theme: What goes around comes around.