The Proud Dragon Hero Always Pities My Poverty [Book Transmigration]

(He felt so sorry for her, so he gave her the entire Heavenly Palace.) Ning Jinxing transmigrated into a book and became a little princess of the Celestial Realm. But the Heavenly Emperor wasn't her father. He was the enemy who had killed her father. To stay alive, Ning Jinxing made it her daily mission to be the shabbiest little princess imaginable. The story had only just begun, and the arrogant, destined-to-become-a-great-hero male lead, Gu Jiyan, was still in dire straits. And so, this scene unfolded: Gu Jiyan was dressed in rags, leaning against a wall as he ate a steamed bun. The little princess of the Celestial Realm, Ning Jinxing, huddled in a corner, shivering with cold as she gnawed on a rough cornmeal bun. Before long, a beautiful woman came by. She took one look at the handsome Gu Jiyan and brought him a bowl of hot food. A classic hero-protagonist moment! Ning Jinxing watched eagerly, only to see Gu Jiyan refuse with utmost seriousness. "Thank you, but no. Perhaps you could give this to someone who needs it more." After saying that, Gu Jiyan glanced at Ning Jinxing. Ning Jinxing: "?!" The beautiful woman left, disappointed. Gu Jiyan suddenly got to his feet, came over to Ning Jinxing, and gave her his last steamed bun. He sighed softly. "Poor thing." Ning Jinxing: "..." After that, Gu Jiyan kept bringing Ning Jinxing things: braised pork, blankets, dresses, houses... Ning Jinxing stared at him, baffled. Gu Jiyan looked at her with ever-growing sympathy. "You're so pitiful." Then he turned and left. And he stayed gone for three years. Three years later, chaos erupted in the Heavenly Palace. They said demons from the Eighteenth Level of Hell had appeared. The Heavenly Emperor was retreating at every turn, and everyone was busy fleeing. Ning Jinxing was packing her things when suddenly, a man who looked as if he had walked straight out of hell approached her step by step. Ning Jinxing froze. It was Gu Jiyan. Gu Jiyan was covered in blood, and she couldn't tell whether it was his or his enemies'. He gazed at Ning Jinxing tenderly, gently pinched her nose, and chuckled under his breath. "You're so pitiful. How about I give you the Heavenly Palace?" The luggage slipped from Ning Jinxing's hands. It was full of all the things Gu Jiyan had given her years ago. Please add my upcoming novel to your collection: "Ancestor, Could You Settle the Bill? Thanks!" Visit my author page to add it. The fearsome Demon King, an ancestor who had lived for a thousand years, had emerged from seclusion. He was cruel and bloodthirsty, as if straight from hell. He meant to break the bones and tear out the tendons of every person who had betrayed and plotted against him, one by one, to vent the hatred in his heart. The martial world fell into chaos. "I told you, I hate traitors most of all." The Demon King glared at the leader of one of the world's greatest sects, his eyes sinister and terrifying. The sect leader was sweating all over. Suddenly, a woman's clear voice rang out: "Ancestor, they have the most authentic jianbing guozi here, a once-in-a-thousand-years treat!" "I ordered two, but they won't let me leave without paying. Stop fighting and settle the bill first, okay?" The sect leader paid no attention to the voice. He remained on guard, tense from head to toe, still wondering if the woman was about to meet her end. The bloodthirsty Demon King before him suddenly vanished. Looking down, the sect leader saw that the terrifying Demon King who had been thirsting for blood moments ago was now calmly pulling money from his sleeve to pay the bill. As the sect leader was pinned beneath the Demon King's foot, tasting the fate of a traitor, a cold flash of knife light passed by. He thought he was about to die when he heard that familiar woman's voice again: "Ancestor, please spare him!" The sect leader burst into tears. He had betrayed countless people in his life, and not one had pleaded for him, even as he faced death. Yet this girl, a complete stranger, was asking the Demon King to spare him. The girl's lovely voice was full of excitement: "His clothes are so expensive, a limited edition available worldwide. And that jade pendant is worth an entire palace." "What a waste to ruin them all! Take them off first, then you can beat him up, Ancestor." The Ancestor finally couldn't take it anymore. He held back his anger and said, "Have some dignity. Don't take a man's clothes off!" "Oh." The little girl's voice was terribly aggrieved. The sect leader: "..." He died of rage on the spot. One day, a certain Demon King walked toward Jiang Caili wearing clothes worth ten palaces and asked, "What do you think?" Jiang Caili stared at his clothes. In her mind, little gold coins were raining down by the thousands. Her eyes seemed to shine with gold, and she couldn't look away. A deep, rich laugh sounded beside her ear, followed by, "You've got some nerve." Theme: Helping others and doing a good deed every day