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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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She Had Never Been Convinced By Others In Terms of Competing In Luck

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

There was no doubt about the outcome.

Ye Siming's team won.

The blue team surrounded Ye Siming and spoke excitedly.

This was the first time they had won against Song Qiyuan!

This was also the first time Song Qiyuan's team had lost.

And they had lost to a group of eight or nine-year-old children!

This was a friendly competition, to begin with. If someone was dissatisfied, they wouldn't express it directly on the surface.

Song Qiyuan walked towards Ye Siming. He looked handsome and there was still sweat on his forehead.

Song Qiyuan's smile was very cold. "Young Master Ye is indeed skilled. You're indeed as amazing as the rumors say."

Ye Siming looked at him calmly. "You're not bad either."

Usually, it didn't matter who won or lost.

Ye Siming didn't think much of this.

But this time was different.

His gaze swept towards the stands. Gu Nuo'er was still waving her small hands and jumping up and down.