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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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Lost to Ye Siming Once, But There Wasn't Going to Be A Second Time

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ever since Song Qiyuan could remember things, all he could hear was praise.

He was extremely talented and very few people dared to criticize him in public as Ye Siming did.

Song Qiyuan gritted his teeth, feeling indignant.

"Young Master Ye, why are you so rude? This woman is so injured. Are you saying that she did it on purpose?"

The subordinate next to Song Qiyuan spoke up for him. "That's right. Who would harm themselves to this extent? That wound is bleeding so much! It doesn't look fake."

Ye Siming sneered, his gaze was cold.

"I think you guys are too young and don't know that many people in this world are cunning and ruthless. If they dare to hurt themselves, they must have a bigger motive."

After saying that, his cold gaze swept across the woman leaning against the tree.

The woman quickly lowered her head and stroked her injured ankle, hissing in pain.

Ye Siming sneered with disdain.

Small tricks.