The Game Connects to Ancient Times, and I Raise the Gloomy Little Prince

When Sheng Zhi had only enough money left on her card for breakfast, a little game appeared on her phone. In the game was a little prince whose palace was dilapidated and bitterly cold. The only stove in the room had gone out, too. Unable to bear the sight, Sheng Zhi lit the little prince’s stove. A “ding” rang out, and a hundred yuan appeared in her account. Sheng Zhi’s eyes lit up. She saw the empty cup on the table and hurried to fill it with water. There was still trash on the floor, so she grabbed a broom and cleaned the whole place. When some eunuchs tried to frame the little prince, she pretended to be a ghost and scared them away. “Reward: one hundred…” “Reward: one thousand…” “Reward: one hundred thousand…” Dong Yueliu had grown up stumbling along alone, with an uncaring father and no mother. He was used to his lonely, freezing palace. But one day, he discovered that his palace seemed to be haunted. The ghost not only patched his windows and mended the holes in his pants, but also frightened away the eunuchs who bullied him. For the first time in his life, he felt that his empty palace had grown a little warmer.