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The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

# pretendtobeafool # emperor # koi # femaleleadisacutebaby The Great Qi’s emperor had been hoping for a daughter, but he got 28 sons instead! This tyrant went to the altar and prayed, saying that if he could get a daughter, he would never kill indiscriminately again and would give peace to the world! To everyone’s surprise, Heaven actually agreed! Ten months later, Qi’s only princess, Gu Nuo’er, was born with tremendous luck. Starting her life surrounded by cunning ministers, being targeted by enemy nations, and in a world filled with natural disasters, the little princess waved her hand and indicated that she wasn’t afraid! With her great luck, she helped her tyrant father clean up the imperial court, pleased the women in the harem, and brought good luck to everyone around her. Slowly, she became a dear princess treasured by all. Tyrant father: The throne is Nuo’er’s cradle. I can even give her the entire nation if she wills it! Prince brothers: We’re handsome, talented, and rich, but we won’t marry. We’ll use our life to pamper our sister! Minister uncles: Whoever bullies our princess shall not blame us for besieging them and eradicating their existence! By the time Nuonuo was all grown up, everyone realized that the youth who grew up with her had been eyeing her for the longest time now… Green-eyed wolf boy, Ye Siming: Dearest Nuonuo, I’ll wreak havoc in the families of those who made you cry, and take the lives of those who hurt you. If you like, my life is yours too.

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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The drunk man picked up the hammer from the fish stall at the side and looked like he was about to be ruthless to the woman.

The commoners at the side were all exclaiming and dissuading him, "Hurry up and report to the officials! This person is going to kill!"

The drunk man raised his hand high and was about to smash the hammer down.

A figure in black quickly stepped forward, raised his boot, and kicked the drunk man in the chest.

Ye Siming used 70% of his strength in this kick.

The drunk man was sent flying like an arrow leaving a bow, falling into a weaponsmith's shop.

His butt almost hit the hot furnace!

He couldn't get up and wailed in pain, "Help! Someone wants to kill me! Quickly help me report this to the officials!"

The commoners who were watching just now despised him.

"Pfft! You still have the cheek to call for help. If not for this young master, your wife would have been beaten to death by you! You're very bad!"