Raising a Hundred Beasts in Ancient Times to Rise in Rank and Defend the Nation

[The full novel costs four yuan. I hope you’ll support the official version!] [My next silly romance, The Sickly Beauty Is Snatched and Wooed by Her Nemesis After Being Taken as a Prize (GB), is open for follows. See the blurb below!]

Clear-headed, career-minded palace maid x clingy, love-struck crown prince | Fluffy animals | A powerful man turns jealous and scheming for love, fighting tooth and nail to win her

Xu Nanqing transmigrated into the body of a palace maid in the Eastern Palace, only to be sent to feed the crown prince’s rabid dog.

She cooked up tasty food and coaxed the dog with gentle praise, easily getting it to roll over and beg for belly rubs.

Heh, before she transmigrated into a palace maid, she was a pet-food influencer. This was right up her alley!

But Hanshan Yue, the dog’s owner, caught sight of the scene. With a smile, he sent Xu Nanqing to the Department of Beasts.

“The peacock offered as tribute by our friendly neighbor has stopped eating. If you haven’t solved the problem in three days, your head won’t need to stay on your neck.”

Xu Nanqing couldn’t laugh anymore.

She’d only petted a dog. Did he really have to give her a task that amounted to, “Fix the peacock or die”?

She cured the tribute peacock’s loss of appetite, protected the emperor from a giant snake, and saved the emperor’s prized steed...

Xu Nanqing repeatedly earned great merit, becoming the first female official of the dynasty: head of the Department of Beasts.

The officials sneered at Xu Nanqing because she was a woman and jointly impeached her, but then war suddenly broke out.

Xu Nanqing resolutely formed a hunting-and-pet guard unit, putting dogs’ noses to full use and making the horses even swifter. She also led her adorable, fluffy companions in soothing the soldiers’ hearts. Working with the troops, she helped rout the enemy, but was captured in the process.

When the enemy general tried to win her over, she pretended to train their beasts while secretly using a falcon to send a message. She was caught in the act and nearly killed.

The usually composed Hanshan Yue went alone into the enemy camp.

“Xu Nanqing, have you got a death wish?!”

Gravely wounded and close to death, Xu Nanqing didn’t think much of it.

“Exchanging my life to end the war is worth it.”

“I haven’t given you permission to die! If you die, who’s going to feed my dog?”

...That did sound reasonable.

So Xu Nanqing fought her way back to life. When the emperor rewarded those who had distinguished themselves, she asked for neither gold nor silver. Instead, she requested a school for girls, where she could teach women the art of animal training herself.

No matter how busy she was teaching, she never forgot to visit the Eastern Palace each day to feed Hanshan Yue’s dog.

*

Then one day, the dog was gone.

Unable to find it anywhere, Xu Nanqing had no choice but to ask its owner in his study.

“Your Highness, may I ask where Lie Feng is?”

Hanshan Yue smiled as he reviewed official documents. “I gave him away.”

Xu Nanqing looked crestfallen. “Then who am I supposed to pet from now on?”

Hanshan Yue’s lips twitched. His usually frank gaze darted away, and his cheeks flushed red.

“Can’t you pet the person in front of you?”

Reader’s Guide:

1. The male lead falls for the female lead early on, but he isn’t love-struck at first. He quietly looks out for her. Later, when he realizes she’s all about her career and has cut off her feelings, he has to relentlessly pursue her, using both sweet talk and hardball tactics to win his wife over.

2. The male lead is strong but frail, and the story includes illness and weakness. Please proceed with caution if that’s not your thing.

Coming Soon

[Expected to start in mid-to-late May!] [Clever, free-spirited, dog-like regent princess x proud, sensitive, cat-like crown prince of an enemy kingdom] Taking someone by guile and force | GB, male pregnancy | Love and hate

The Wen clan, led by the chancellor, colluded with the enemy. The whole family should have been executed, but Regent Princess He Jiyue knelt in a snowstorm for an entire day and night, begging only for her nemesis, the chancellor’s youngest son, Wen Zheliu, to be spared.

“He’s beautiful. It would be a shame to kill him.”

He watched his family die one by one without showing the slightest emotion. The cold beauty even uncovered letters to the enemy in his own home and sought to earn merit for his crimes and free himself from his slave status.

A bully mocked Wen Zheliu for being heartless, smashed the chancellor’s residence to pieces, and tried to assault him.

Starving, freezing, and burning with fever, Wen Zheliu fought his way to the princess’s residence, collapsing against He Jiyue’s sedan chair. But she turned her back on him.

“The princess’s residence has no place for useless people. Aside from your pretty face, what else do you have?”

The proud beauty knelt at her skirt and finally lowered his head. “Whatever the princess wants me to do, I’ll do it.”

“First, call me your wife. Second, cry for me until your tears fill this porcelain bowl.”

How could a pampered darling who had always had everything go his way know how to cry? It took the pleasure-loving princess a whole night to teach him, and at last he shed two precious drops before fainting. It was hard to tell whether he had passed out from embarrassment or fever.

The regent princess brazenly kept a male concubine, but treated Wen Zheliu like a cat, fun to play with when she was in the mood and even more fun when he cried. She gave him no title and bullied him day and night, refusing to let up even when he became pregnant.

But then he suddenly ran away, and she couldn’t find him anywhere.

Where could a sick, pregnant man like Wen Zheliu, with no family left, possibly run?

He Jiyue searched for him anxiously for half a year, then suddenly heard that a new emperor had risen in the enemy kingdom, and that the child by his side had a face nine-tenths like hers.

Only then did He Jiyue realize she had raised a tiger in her own home.

She took the initiative to confess her crimes and rode into battle with a spear in hand.

“Your Majesty, he’s mine. I’ll bring him back myself.”

[The blurb was finalized on April 3 and saved as a screenshot for the record.]

Theme: One soldier can face a hundred on the battlefield. Why should women be any less than men?