The Mystic Little Princess Returns to the Capital: Ghosts and Gods Flee, and the Court Officials Charge Ahead

[Metaphysics + Wild Imagination + No Romance + Feel-Good Fiction]

Four-and-a-half-year-old Wuma Hanyue returned to the imperial family.

Afraid she would be bullied, her fiercely protective master bound the spirits of two powerful allies to her, just to see who would dare lay a hand on her.

The first fight in the capital: she beat up a young bully.

The first fight in the imperial palace: she beat up a prince.

Then came the third fight, the fourth...

She summoned lightning with a casual gesture and struck down a scumbag. With a quick calculation, she ruined an imperial consort. As she walked down the street, her many underlings waved banners and cheered.

The emperor worried less about state affairs than about his daughter. He couldn't hit her or scold her, and every so often he even had to take a kick or two. Being emperor was... miserable.

With one birth father, two birth brothers, and N stepmothers, plus a crowd of civil and military officials following her around, every one of them difficult and determined to get themselves killed, should she save them or not?