The Little Lucky Star Picked Up by the Marquis's Estate, Adored by the City's Elite

[Historical Romance, Beloved by All, Adorable Child, Animal Communication] When three-year-old A Ning was abandoned in a desolate mountain where wolves howled, she thought she was about to return to the Bridge of Helplessness to help her mother brew soup again.

Who could have guessed she would be taken in by the Marquis of Xiaoyao's household, to bring good luck to their dim-witted heir?

Then she pointed at the heir and muttered, "Huh? Why is big brother the heir always wearing a black hat on his head?"

She reached out and took it off. The heir immediately began reciting everything he had learned.

She picked a wild chrysanthemum for the old master. Three days later, he chased his son around the courtyard with his cane, shouting, "You dared to steal the flower wreath A Ning made?!"

Most unbelievable of all, the Duchess, who had been unable to bear children for fifteen years, napped with her head in A Ning's lap. That very evening, the doctor diagnosed her with twins, and the whole household showered everyone with celebratory cash!

Even the war on the northern frontier, which had turned the emperor's hair white with worry, was resolved when A Ning hugged a warhorse's neck and whispered to it. The enemy camp's prized steed defected in the middle of the night, bringing along a map of their surprise attack route!

The capital erupted in an instant:

Prince Jing tried to snatch her away in the middle of the night. "Become my adopted daughter, and you can tear apart the royal residence's storehouses to your heart's content!"

The crown prince offered her the Eastern Palace's token with both hands. "My secret guards will help you beat up bad people from now on!"

The Marquis of Xiaoyao's household went completely crazy:

The heir built a wall three zhang high in the middle of the night, while the old master angrily smashed the late emperor's ceremonial staff on the ground. "Anyone who dares steal our little one can answer to this dog-beating stick first!"

A Ning stared blankly at a bowl of ingredients for Meng Po's soup. "Mortals are so strange... Mother said nobody likes drinking this soup, didn't she?"