I Raise Dragons on Livestream, but the Dragon Lord Insists I Become His Dragon Queen

[Raising a dragon on livestream + undercover slacker + office-worker survival rules + absurd, sweet romance] Jiang Li was reborn as the Demon Lord’s daughter and brainwashed into believing the dragon race was her sworn enemy. That dragon in the East Sea? Their feud ran deeper than the sea! Her Demon Lord father sent her to the Xuanyun Sect as a spirit-beast keeper. His secret order was simple: while the dragon was gravely injured and unconscious, steal its soul, forge a demonic banner, and earn a great victory for the Demon Realm! Jiang Li nervously crept into the cave, bracing herself to face a vicious dragon. But the dragon in the cold pool was covered in wounds, its scales dull. This was clearly a nationally protected, critically endangered animal! Then she got a good look at Lord Mo Ye, the Dragon Lord. So handsome! Sorry, Dad. Your daughter has failed you. She’s a total sucker for good looks. As an undercover agent, Jiang Li thought she was doing a great job. By day, she diligently polished scales and fed the dragon to boost her livestream stats, providing full-service scale care and fried chicken. At night, she dealt with her Demon Lord father’s incessant messages. Jiang Wuya: How’s the mission going? Jiang Li: Progressing steadily. Jiang Wuya: When will you get the dragon soul? Jiang Li: Soon, soon. Soon, my foot. She had no idea where the dragon soul was, but she had the dragon’s appetite under control. Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord’s soul inside her turned against her, exposing her identity as an undercover agent. But the Dragon Lord used his own soul as a pact to suppress the demonic energy. Jiang Li was taken to the Dragon Palace, thinking she could enjoy a carefree life feeding the Dragon Lord and livestreaming her retirement. But life in the Dragon Palace wasn’t easy: the Phoenix Clan’s princess arrived riding the waves, carrying an ancient betrothal contract. Jiang Li looked at the princess, dressed in finery and bedecked in jewels, with everyone in the Dragon Palace scrambling to flatter her. Then she looked at herself, carrying luminous pearls and scales given to her by two little dragon hatchlings, with fried chicken in her pocket. Before she could say a word, Mo Ye tore up the ancient marriage contract in front of everyone and wrapped his tail around her waist, looking fierce. “I’m the one she feeds. Have you ever seen a dragon switch to someone else after being fed to its heart’s content?”