He Xiao thought the sons of Qianlong were pretty mediocre. Any one of the princes involved in the Nine Dragons' Succession Struggle during the Kangxi era could have trounced Qianlong's sons and ground them into the dirt. Since she had transmigrated anyway, why couldn't she have ended up in the Kangxi era? Being chased around by the Fourth and Eighth Princes would have been so thrilling. Uh, she was getting carried away...
He Xiao never imagined that the person whose fate would become entangled with hers in this life would be Qianlong's youngest son, the notorious Yonglin. He wasn't good at much, but he sure was lucky. His father doted on him, his mother doted on him, and his brothers doted on him. Even if he climbed onto the roof and tore it apart, no one dared lay a hand on him.
Yet this seemingly unreliable prince always managed to step up at the crucial moment.
"Fifteenth Brother, I never competed with you before, and I won't in the future. I want nothing at all, except for Xiaoxiao!"
Heshen said of him: "The Seventeenth Prince is a rare kind soul."
The Fifteenth Prince said of him: "The Seventeenth Brother is wise in his own way."
He Xiao said of him: "A jealous cat, a big kitty, a puppy..."
This is a slow-burn story, beginning when the male and female leads are teenagers~
Purpose: A Qing Dynasty transmigration story set during the Qianlong era, full of love and hatred involving the Seventeenth and Fifteenth Princes
Ahhhh, sisters!! Your current body is 12 years old!! Is your aunt here?!!!
I don't know why the heroine is still soft-hearted and kneels down as punishment. On the day she returns home, she meets Brother 17 and his brother Fujin. They also talk about getting married. The emperor asked him to take care of Fujin that day. Brother 17 made his own choice. The heroine made her hair wet and dripping, and she had to coax her. As a person with normal views, she wouldn't like it. Especially since she was kneeling before. I don't know what the heroine was thinking.
Damn, keep up the good work, it looks great