The General's Father Wears Books, and I Become a Favorite by Listening to His Thoughts

At thirteen, Jiang Xiaowu could hear her father, the Great General Who Defends the Nation, thinking to himself that he had transmigrated into a book. On the outside: Loyal to the army and country, steadfast and unyielding. On the inside: I knew being transmigrated as a general would be nothing but trouble. The emperor’s suspicious of me, and I’m destined to be cannon fodder. If I die, I’ll have to go back to the modern world and be a corporate drone! Run! On the day the nation fell, he hoisted the gold and silver he had collected. “Daughter, let’s go. Your father’s taking you on an outing.” 【If we don’t run now, it’s over! I get stabbed three times, and my lovesick daughter’s brains are splattered everywhere. Blood all over the ground!】 Jiang Xiaowu let out a yelp, clutched her head, grabbed her luggage, and ran with her father. Then they ran into someone. 【Isn’t that the male lead of the book, the enemy nation’s prince and death god, Xi Shuhuai? The original heroine died at his hands!】 Jiang Xiaowu shakily covered her head. “Could I at least eat my fill before you take my head?” Xi Shuhuai looked at the butterfly-shaped birthmark on the heroine’s wrist, his gaze growing intent. “Don’t worry. With me here, no one will take your head.” ＊ When Xi Shuhuai was very young, he saw his mother tracing a butterfly-shaped mark again and again, her expression as tender as if she were longing for her child. “Huai’er, if you ever meet a woman with this birthmark on her right wrist, promise me you’ll bring her back. Don’t hurt her.” Xi Shuhuai was a man of his word. He protected her and indulged her, spoiling her rotten. Later, her general father munched on sunflower seeds. “So if you lie low until the very end, you really can have everything?”