Xia Qing wakes up one day and finds himself in the feel-good rags-to-riches novel he finished reading before bed, as a beautiful young heir with the same name. Spoiled rotten, the heir had acted out nonstop and was eventually sentenced to death by the tyrant.
Fortunately, Xia Qing is still only toddler-sized, and the future protagonist team hasn't grown up yet. He decides to cling to the protagonists and stay away from the tyrant.
When the future general, who will make enemy troops tremble at his name, gets his palm smacked by a teacher at the Imperial College, the little heir holds out a chubby hand with a bottle of medicine. "I made this medicine myself. Big Brother, put some on."
The boy complains, "Are you trying to poison me?" But he secretly applies the medicine, then can't resist bragging about it to his classmates.
The next day, the medicine's miraculous effects are all over the Imperial College. The remaining half bottle is divided up, and the boy grumbles about it for over half a year, still holding a grudge.
When the future young chancellor, who will hold power over the entire court, gets sick and loses his appetite, the little heir trots around on his short legs, directing the servants to make mouthwatering food. "Big Brother, eat! You have to eat so you'll feel better and can play with Qing'er."
The boy gives a cool "Mm." The moment the others leave, he heads straight for the table. Even when his stomach hurts from eating too much, he can't bear to give even the tiniest bite to his own father.
Before long, the food becomes famous throughout the capital. When even the biggest restaurant comes knocking for the recipes, the boy clutches them tightly. "You couldn't get these for ten thousand taels!"
When the prince, who will one day command the wind and rain and become a tyrant, wants a young study companion, an imperial decree names Xia Qing. The little heir nervously fiddles with his fingers. "I-I'm too little, and I'm dumb too. I can't be a study companion. Besides, Cece and I promised we'd study together when we're older."
The eunuch chief, who never gives anyone a warm welcome and is usually impossible to butter up, smiles like a flower. "Exactly, exactly. The Cece His Highness is talking about is the Seventh Prince. They should study together."
The little heir thinks of the tyrant in the book, whom everyone will one day both respect and fear, then remembers his little friend who clings to him every day, insisting they sleep together and throwing a tantrum if they don't hold hands until someone comforts him. A huge question mark pops into the little one's head: The book never said this tyrant was a clingy little dumpling as a child!
Wants to cling to the protagonist team's leg and just be a lazy salted fish, but ends up the richest shou x only lets the shou cling to his leg, always tries to cause trouble but always ends up doing good deeds gong
Theme: Cherish life and work hard to make money
