[Pampered darling + Word of Power + Satisfying story + Comparison character + Brutal, bloodthirsty villain with a drastically altered, doting motherly side]

The little crow spirit Jiu Jiu transmigrated into the body of the mentally challenged daughter of a crippled prince.

On the first day, Jiu Jiu took the crippled prince to be struck by lightning.

The next day, the Eastern Palace caught fire, and Jiu Jiu carried the crippled Crown Prince to sit on the dragon throne.

On the third day, the crippled prince chased after Jiu Jiu with a feather duster and spanked her little bottom.

The entire court discovered that the crippled Crown Prince, who had been dark and cruel, had changed.

The taciturn, cruel, and bloodthirsty crippled crown prince has been transformed into a talkative, noisy, and meddlesome old woman.

"That's a dragon throne; you can't pry off the jewels on it."

"Get down! You're not allowed to ride a tiger and play hide-and-seek with a mouse."

"You can't gouge out other people's eyeballs and keep them as collectibles."

The original female protagonist, Fu Bao, accuses Jiu Jiu of plotting...

After all, I am also a centurion of the Holy Dynasty of the Human Emperor, enjoying the good fortune of the human race and cultivating the great path of immortality."

"Why do I have a son like you with ordinary talents?" Xu Qiangjia, the centurion of Yunshou City in the Holy Dynasty of the Human Emperor and the reserve vanguard, looked at his son.

"Dad, how do you know if someone unknown today will become world-famous in the future?"

"Your son will surely become a great man in the future and be famous all over the world!"

"Bullshit! You can't even practice the most basic Qi and blood foundation building method, and you're telling me you're a late bloomer?"

"Be good, go to the sect and find a wife, and bring her back to expand our family. This is the real thing!"

Several years later, in the Supreme Temple of the Human Race.

"Back then, my son had ordinary talent, but I used my connections to send him to the sect to train. At that time, I firmly believed that my son would be a late bloomer and become a saint!"

"Now it seems that my original choice was right."

Xu, the father is honored by his son, the most holy father, the first semi-saint to lie down, Qiangjia sat on the high seat of the supreme temple of the human race and said excitedly to the saints of the human race.

What should I do after traveling through time?

Chu Chi held his head and thought for a long time. The zombie's brain was newly grown, so he had to use it carefully. When he was undecided, he would sleep first.

After Lin Youan woke up, he immediately took his sister and fled the wolf's den, and found a stepmother for himself on the way.

"You said you are my son?"

"Um."

"How old am I?"

"eighteen?"

"How old are you?"

"Eight years old."

"I've read a lot, don't lie to me! Can I get pregnant and have a baby at the age of ten?"

“………”

"You are my stepmother, and this is your biological daughter!"

After saying that, the ragged little kid took out an even smaller kid.

Staring at the tattered swaddling clothes, Chu Chi looked at his own large body and felt a little unsure.

Maybe, this is really my cub?

As I said, zombies' brains are newly grown, so we must use them with care! If something is unfathomable, it must be true!

So, Chu Chi, who was delighted to be a stepmother, played happily with the two little kids. But who could tell the zombies who this beautiful girl who jumped out and tried to snatch the little kids was to me?

(Double purity, double purity, double purity! CP Dai Xiaoqi vs Shen Xiaowu, the fate of past and present life, thank you.)

The Ninth Daughter, Lang Jiuchuan, of the Kai Ping Marquis Manor, returned to the capital for a funeral after being away for over a decade. However, her reunion was far from warm; her birth mother disliked her, and her family treated her like an unwelcome troublemaker.

Upon her first entry into the capital's social circles, the esteemed gentry ridiculed her, scoffing that she was raised in the countryside, looked frail and sickly, and acted crudely—like a wild weed from the mountains, unfit for proper society.

Lang Jiuchuan, however, thought, "Wild weeds are great! They're full of life, growing with the wind—that truly appeals to me!"

While everyone secretly placed bets on when this unremarkable, "short-lived ghost" would pass away, they forgot that she was, in fact, a "scourge" who could last for millennia.

That's right, she might look delicate, soft-bodied, and easy to bully, but try crossing her!

You lament that I have no one to protect me? What a joke! I can form my own wings; why would I need to look up to a ladder?

She can sever yang during the day and yin at night, her supernatural abilities known throughout the land. When people desperately kneel and offer great sums to seek her help, Lang Jiuchuan...