The Little Princess Wins by Doing Nothing After Spoiling the Plot

My new novel, The Little Heroine and Her Villainous Chancellor Father, is now underway. The blurb for my upcoming novel, The Young Daoist Sees Affection Levels, is at the very bottom.

When she was five, an accident brought back Wen Zhinian's memories of her previous life. She realized she had been born into a novel. The Emperor who doted on her had ulterior motives, no one in the palace who truly cared about her met a good end, and she herself would die at the age of eight.

The bad news: She only remembered the key parts of the plot.

The good news: She activated a redemption System. It would remind her of plot details and help her change the tragic fates of the cannon fodder characters.

Wen Zhinian clenched her chubby little fists, her round face full of determination.

The Emperor hinted that he would make the Noble Consort Empress.

[Noble Consort Auntie, don't believe a word that big jerk says! He's about to spread rumors so the other consorts' fathers and brothers will target your family! Tomorrow at court, he'll promote your father to Minister of Revenue, but really he's making your father take the blame for all those cooked books!]

The Noble Consort: !

The Noble Consort sent a message to her father that very night, feigning illness to turn down the position of Minister of Revenue.

[Redemption System: The fate of the tragic cannon fodder Ning Hongfang has shifted by 10%. Keep up the good work, Host.]

Wen Zhinian: Huh? But I didn't even have time to do anything!

The Emperor scolded the Crown Prince, saying he was inferior to the Third Prince in every way.

[Crown Prince Brother, don't be sad! He said that on purpose. He only treats the Third Prince like his real son, and he's been secretly discussing with Consort Shu how to depose you! The Third Prince embezzled disaster relief funds, and they plan to pin it on you!]

The Crown Prince: !

The Crown Prince gathered evidence that very night and had someone expose the crime.

[Redemption System: The fate of the tragic cannon fodder Crown Prince has shifted by 10%. Keep up the good work, Host.]

Wen Zhinian: Huh? But I didn't even have time to do anything!

Later, Wen Zhinian realized that all she had to do was eat and drink well in the palace, and the fates of every tragic cannon fodder character, including her own, would change.

The Crown Prince took down the evil Emperor and ascended the throne. The Noble Consort thrived after becoming a widow, growing younger by the day. Great Zhou flourished, and rewards kept dropping into Wen Zhinian's lap every day.

Reader note: The story focuses on family bonds. Romance appears in the extras, after the little princess grows up.

Upcoming novel of the same type: The Young Daoist Sees Affection Levels

The five-year-old daughter of the Wen family, sent to a Daoist temple to recover from an illness, has returned home.

The eldest son of the Wen family was once a distinguished young noble in the capital. After losing the use of his legs while saving someone, he could no longer take the imperial examinations. Then his uncle took his title, and he gradually grew disillusioned with life. When he heard the news, his expression was indifferent.

"Oh. Just think of it as one more mouth to feed. There's no need to pay her any mind."

Wen Zhaozhao glanced at the affection level above his head: Oh! A perfect score of one hundred!

The second daughter of the Wen family had once been a Princess's attendant and was exceptionally talented. But her cousin, who had grown up with her, betrayed her. She lost her place as the Princess's attendant, was falsely accused of copying someone else's poetry, and was framed and stripped of her right to take the imperial examinations. Heartbroken, she stopped trusting anyone, even her five-year-old little sister.

Wen Zhaozhao glanced at the affection level above her head: Oh! Another perfect score!

The third daughter of the Wen family was a twin with the second daughter. She loved practicing with swords and spears and dreamed of fighting on the battlefield, but she was poisoned and left frail, becoming a sickly invalid who was out of breath after a few steps. She had contemplated suicide more than once and refused to see anyone.

Wen Zhaozhao peeked over the wall and glanced at the affection level above her head: Oh! Still a perfect score!

The fourth son of the Wen family was rebellious and often got into fights with the young masters of the capital. The noble ladies avoided him, and the distinguished young nobles wanted nothing to do with him. When they heard the youngest Wen daughter had returned, everyone guessed he would beat his little sister senseless. He even declared that he had no other family.

Wen Zhaozhao glanced at the affection level above his head: Oh! A perfect score! Another perfect score!

Everyone in the capital knew that a young Daoist had joined the second branch of the Wen family, who had lost their title. She wore her hair in little buns and spent her days setting up a small stool by the street to sell her services. The banner read: "Fortune-telling, physiognomy, feng shui, auspicious divination, acupuncture, and prescriptions."

They assumed the child had learned a few tricks to cheat people and shook their heads.

"The second branch of the Wen family has truly fallen into ruin."

But before long, the eldest son could stand again, the second daughter found the person who had framed her, and the third daughter recovered, becoming strong enough to kill a bull with one punch. The fourth son changed from a lone wolf into a clingy little puppy who loved being at home.

Many powerful nobles also rushed to the young Daoist to have their fortunes told.

Later, a headless ghost from the Princess's residence came forward to plead its case, and the truth behind the massacre of the Liu family was revealed...

The people of the capital: If you have a problem, go to the young Daoist!

The ghosts of the capital: If you have a grievance, go to the young Daoist!

Wen Zhaozhao had a little secret. Not only was she an incredibly capable young Daoist, she could also see identity prompts above everyone's heads, telling her how much they liked her and revealing their true identities.

It turned out that a group of transmigrators with cheat abilities had arrived in their world and thrown the lives of the natives into chaos.

Her master said she had a healing bone and was destined to earn merit by saving the world.

Five-year-old Wen Zhaozhao looked at the transmigrators and thought: Saving the world probably means rescuing it, right?

Theme: Keep a positive outlook, and good luck will follow.