Cherished Daughter

Generals' families are full of tomboys.

The old general noticed that the marquises who came to propose, brimming with confidence and looking dashing and handsome, all turned into henpecked husbands after marrying his daughters...

One old general began drafting new family rules: “Dote on her, dote on her until she’s in the heavens, up on the moon, up on the sun! I refuse to believe you can’t dote on her enough to turn her into a sweet, soft little girl!”

One handsome father: “The heir apparent is too domineering? The prince is too arrogant? You want to teach them how to be soft boys? Go on, teach them well. Dad will spoil you!”

One beautiful mother: “I’m going to spoil my precious girl without limit. Worried she’ll fall if I spoil her too much? Don’t worry, I’ll have your four brothers stand at the four corners, ready to catch you at any moment!”

The transmigrated girl says she’s so happy she could laugh in her sleep forever. No fighting, no competing, just a sweet, sweet life...

But why do those white lotuses always end up face-down in the mud, like dogs eating dirt?