The Adorably Mischievous Little Demoness

She was the top assassin of the twenty-first century. In a single moment, she transmigrated into a useless little girl and decided to find a big tree to shelter beneath. He was a dazzling, powerful regent who wanted nothing to do with women, yet somehow he became interested in her, a little schemer who pretended to be weak while hiding her claws.

The imperial uncle asked with indulgent affection, “What would you like, Yin’er?”

The young woman’s eyes lit up. “I want the marrow of a divine dragon from the Ninth Heaven.”

The imperial uncle waved his hand. “Get it.”

She beamed. “I want to hear you recite the Twenty-Four Paragons of Filial Piety.”

His expression did not change. “Very well.”

Her thoughts turned wicked, and she crowed triumphantly, “I also want all kinds of handsome men, plump or slender, the whole lot!”

The imperial uncle’s eyes narrowed. “Say that again?”