The Xuanmen's Beloved Five-Year-Old Bigshot

The Tang family's frail daughter, who had been sent to a temple and raised there for five years, was finally brought home.

Everyone had their own plans and intended to welcome a delicate, sickly little girl, but instead they saw a gleaming, completely bald little head.

She even followed them around all day like a little shadow, telling them that they would not live much longer.

At first, the Tang family resisted. Even if she was not a sweet and obedient little darling, she should not be a little fraud spouting nonsense!

Later, when they saw the little girl anger a bad person so badly that they were about to attack, she held a tiny horsetail whisk in one hand and clenched a little pink fist in the other, preparing to use virtue to win them over amid everyone's astonishment.

The Tang family, gradually becoming dependent on her: So good!

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The Rong family was a prestigious household with a century-old legacy. It was rumored that within this grand residence lived a noble young master dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, with Buddhist prayer beads wound around his wrist, whom everyone feared.

One day, beneath the pear tree in the courtyard, the usually composed and almost unnaturally clever youth sat in a lounge chair with a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly arranged on his lap.

His guard was puzzled. This young master had never touched anything that required manual labor.

Then he heard the young master ask gently: "I've thought it over, and a fluffy hat is still warmer. Do you think Jinjin would look better in pink, or in many colors?"

The guard: ???

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Rong Qing had known since childhood that he was different. He carried too much baleful energy, and all manner of evil spirits were always trying to approach him.

That was until he met Tang Jin, who wielded a little horsetail whisk, pounded the demons into the ground, and sent the evil spirits fleeing in all directions while still urging them to turn back from the sea of suffering.

Later, Rong Qing stroked her little bald head and smiled as he took her hand. "Jinjin, would you cross over your big brother too?"

Because he was so handsome, little Nai Jin let him hold her hand and gave a reserved little hum. "All right."