My Empress Is a Little Flood Dragon

[Gentle, doting, fatherly transmigrated gong x Powerful but clueless, beautiful, devoted dragon-wyrm shou]

Xiao Yin was a young entrepreneur who'd built his business from nothing in the 21st century. He tragically died from overwork at the age of 29.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar place. A beautiful young man was kneeling beside the bed, holding two cornmeal buns in his hands.

"Master, eat... eat the buns."

The boy was thin, with a small, narrow face, but his skin was very fair. His large golden eyes were as beautiful as the moon in the sky.

He was already so striking in his early teens. Just imagine how beautiful he'd be when he grew up.

Before Xiao Yin could even process what was happening, two antenna-like horns popped out of the boy's long black hair.

Help, a monster!

At last, the original owner's memories came flooding back. Xiao Yin finally remembered that he'd transmigrated to the Xuan Dynasty and become its least favored Third Prince.

The founding emperor of the Xuan Dynasty had once done the dragon clan a favor. The dragons made a pact with the imperial family, sending their descendants into the palace to serve the princes. This boy must be his dragon attendant.

Xiao Yin looked at the dilapidated palace walls, his scrawny dragon attendant, and the two buns the child cherished like priceless treasures.

So he just had to compete for the throne? He knew how to do that!

Xiao Yin reached out and rubbed the boy's soft dragon horns. "Don't be afraid. Big Brother will make sure you live well."

*

Xiao Qi was the seventh child of his generation of the dragon clan.

But perhaps the spiritual energy was too thin. When he hatched, his two horns were straight, and his claws had only four toes.

After a thorough analysis, the clan elders finally concluded that Xiao Qi was a wyrm, not a dragon.

Later, he was assigned to serve Xiao Yin, the Third Prince living in the Cold Palace. Because he was a wyrm, his master beat and scolded him at the slightest excuse.

But Xiao Qi never thought of resisting. He was the Third Prince's dragon attendant, and his life belonged to his master.

Still, in the middle of the night, he would always wish his master would treat him a little better, even just a little.

Then one day, his master suddenly changed.

He stopped beating and scolding Xiao Qi, and stopped complaining about his lot in life. His master would affectionately stroke his horns and save him tasty treats. At night, he would even lift Xiao Qi from the floor mat and carry him into bed.

Thanks to his master's efforts, they left the Cold Palace, and his master steadily rose to become a prince, then the Crown Prince...

Everything was moving in a better direction.

But gradually, Xiao Qi suddenly realized that he'd developed feelings for his master that weren't quite ordinary.

He was no longer satisfied with his master's affection. He wanted his master to possess him completely.

*

After Xiao Yin ascended the throne, he bestowed titles and rewards on his meritorious officials, but left Xiao Qi out.

The little wyrm curled up in a corner of the palace, picking at the scales on his tail.

He was only a wyrm, not a dragon. It made sense that his master wouldn't give him important responsibilities. His master had already treated him very, very well. He shouldn't be so greedy.

"Picking at your tail again?"

The black wyrm's tail whipped around. Xiao Qi looked cautiously up at the new emperor.

"Master, I mean, Your... Your Majesty!"

Xiao Yin held Xiao Qi in his arms with an almost-smile, then gripped his two horns and gave them a little shake.

"Let me guess why Xiao Qi is sad. Is it because I left you out of the rewards?" Xiao Yin sighed, pretending to be troubled. "But there aren't any vacant positions at court."

The little wyrm pouted. "It's fine if there aren't any."

"Then how about being my empress?"

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