Vermilion Bird Street.
The procession for breaking off the engagement slowly approached.
At the center of the entourage was a carriage with a golden roof, wrapped in dark brocade.
A little toddler rushed out, spreading her arms and firmly blocking the path of the imposing procession.
“Stop!”
A deafening childish roar actually overpowered the synchronized footsteps.
The little one lifted her small face, smeared with mud and dust but unable to conceal its jade-like fairness, standing with hands on her hips, her milky voice resounding and ear-splitting:
“Xiao Lin, halt! In the name of your future daughter, I command you! You are not allowed to go to Duke Zhen Country Estate to break off the engagement!”
In an instant, all fell silent.
The cold wind swirled, sweeping across the frozen street.
The guards’ steel blades were already half-drawn from their sheaths.
“Hiss.”
From the crowd, someone gasped in shock.
Daring to block the path of the Regent King, this King of Hell—this poor little one might be done for.
From within the golden-roofed sedan, a deep, cold male voice devoid of any emotion spoke:
“Where did this beggar come from? Spouting wild claims, tarnishing the royal family’s dignity. Throw her into the Inner City River to sober up.”
“Yes!”
Two burly guards, towering like black pagodas, stepped forward.
The little dumpling’s small body burst forth with astonishing speed, lunging toward a corner of the luxurious sedan carriage, her two short arms tightly clutching the cold, hard sedan pole.
“Silly Daddy, I really am your daughter. Why won’t you acknowledge me, your good little girl?”
She raised her voice, tears instantly streaming down, her wailing cries echoing to the skies.
Snot and tears smeared all over the sedan pole.
She was Xiao Luoning, the daughter of the male and female leads in this book.
Now that the villainess had risen, her cheap male lead father had been bewitched by the transmigrated villainess Su Yuyao and was about to break off the engagement with her mother.
She had traveled back from five years in the future, determined to stop her father from breaking off the engagement and pull the storyline back on track.
“What? She’s the Regent King’s child?”
“She really is the Regent King’s daughter!”
“Don’t say it, but she does look a bit like His Highness.”
The crowd below buzzed with discussion.
The sedan curtain remained completely still, only emitting an even colder command, carrying undeniable annoyance: “Let her cry. Throw her farther away. Proceed.”
A tremendous force struck, and Xiao Luoning felt herself lifted off the ground instantly, like a small bundle, as one of the guards grabbed her by the collar and casually tossed her toward the roadside.
“Thud!”
Her tiny body landed in a cold, muddy corner, the pain making her grimace.
The procession did not pause in the slightest, advancing with dignity.
Rubbing her sore bottom, Luo Luo watched the gradually receding procession, a glimmer of cunning flashing in her tear-filled large eyes.
She spat out the mud and grit from her mouth, muttering under her breath: “Hmph! Just you wait!”
She couldn’t let her silly daddy break off the engagement with her mother; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to be born.
But Daddy was too fierce; she had to think of another way to sabotage this broken engagement.
Luo Luo stroked her chin with one chubby little hand, her eyes darting around shrewdly.
The procession’s advance did not slow due to this minor incident.
Inside the carriage, however, a barely perceptible flicker of irritation passed through Xiao Lin’s eyes.
His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cold jade thumb ring.
That little beggar’s appearance, those eyes glaring at him—they actually bore some resemblance to his own.
He forcefully closed his eyes, dispelling this untimely distraction.
Just then.
“Whew! I’m exhausted!”
A small head suddenly and with difficulty squeezed in through a rather inconspicuous gap below.
Followed by half of her small body, like a kitten burrowing through a hole, squirming and wriggling until she actually managed to squeeze inside.
Luo Luo’s little face was flushed red from exertion as she plopped down onto the thickly carpeted floor, right in front of Xiao Lin’s abruptly opened, astonished yet fierce cold eyes.
Their eyes met, the air dead silent.
Xiao Lin stared fixedly at the uninvited guest before him.
That dirty little beggar he had just ordered to be thrown away was now sitting brazenly inside his imperial carriage.
The storm in his eyes instantly gathered, and he spoke through gritted teeth, word by word: “When did you get up here?”
That icy pressure was enough to make an ordinary person’s courage shatter.
Luo Luo, however, seemed completely unaware, grinning to reveal a few small, milky-white teeth, patting her little chest, speaking with confidence:
“Scumbag Dad! I really am your future biological daughter, Xiao Luoning. If you break off the engagement, you won’t have a mother to give birth to such an adorable, good little child like me. It’ll be your great loss, you know.”
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She didn’t forget to lean closer to that ice-sculpture-like, handsome yet cold face, blinking her large eyes, which were dotted with mud but still sparkled.
“Look at me, how adorable! Don’t I look like my dear mother?”(づ)づ
Adorable?”
Xiao Lin only felt a surge of rage shooting straight to the top of his head.
His eyes darkened like ink.
With a “whoosh,” Luo Luo was thrown out by Xiao Lin through the opened side curtain gap.
“Keep an eye on this wild child. If she causes another disturbance, bring me your heads.”The cold command, accompanied by the closing of the curtain, completely blocked Xiao Luoning’s line of sight.
Luo Luo tumbled several times on the ground, covered in dirt, her hair disheveled.”
She watched helplessly as the carriage drew closer and closer to the vermilion-lacquered, gilded main gate of Duke Zhen Country Estate.
No way!
She absolutely could not let Scumbag Dad break off the engagement.
The system had said that as long as she destroyed the betrothal gifts, Daddy wouldn’t be able to break off the engagement.
Luo Luo’s little hand stealthily reached for the small cloth bag hidden close to her chest, inside which was something hard and heavy.
It was an explosive made by her future daddy; she’d let this daddy test its effects first.
In front of Duke Zhen Country Estate.
The vermilion-lacquered, gilded main gate was tightly shut. Over a dozen gold-traced, vermilion-lacquered chests were neatly arranged on both sides, containing the generous dowry of Miss Pei.
The onlooking commoners had already been cleared out in advance. On the empty, long street, only the wind whipped the flags and the red silk on the chests, creating a flapping sound.
The golden-roofed sedan curtain was lifted by two black-clad guards.
A pair of cloud-patterned black boots inlaid with dark jade stepped out, firmly landing on the cold bluestone pavement.
The next moment, Xiao Lin’s tall, straight figure was fully revealed.
He was dressed in the black formal attire of a prince, with gold-thread-embroidered python patterns coiling upon it, faintly gleaming with splendor in the morning light.
“Eh? What’s that thing?”
Among the Regent King’s guards, one sharp-eyed guard glimpsed something in the shadows of a nearby corner.
Almost simultaneously, a short, agile figure darted out from the corner, charging straight toward the central sandalwood chest marked with “Double Happiness and Auspiciousness.”
It was the little girl who had been thrown out twice just moments before.
Xiao Lin’s gaze instantly locked onto her like a hawk.
What was she clutching in her hand?
A thin, sizzling fuse?
Instinct told him it was definitely nothing good.
“Stop her!”
The icy, instinctive command escaped his lips.
But it was too late.
Who would have thought that a little beggar who had just been tossed aside like trash by the Regent King’s guards would dare to cause trouble in such a situation.
Luo Luo mustered all her strength and threw the black, round object with a long, burning fuse trailing from its end toward the chests!