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Transmigration: From Dragon Princess To Pampered Granddaughter

The most cherished Little Princess of the Dragon Clan has fallen on hard times, living in an era of scarce provisions. Thankfully, she had a grandmother who doted on her as much as life itself. She drank brown sugar water every day and ate chicken eggs for every meal, making her plump and fair-skinned; she also donned new clothes for every season. All the young women and newlywed brides from miles around were envious of her naturally good fortune. However, the Little Princess had her woes: she was a dragon, and she craved meat, meat, meat!! Watch as she flexed her Dragon's Prestige — With just a glimpse at the trees, wild chickens would stiffly drop to the ground. If she stood next to the river, the fish inside would voluntarily leap onto the shore. Merely standing still, wild rabbits would run into her thigh... And as the Dragon Clan were fiercely protective of their food, she would fight anyone who dared to snatch her eats. Her fierce reputation extended far and wide, causing children in her group to take detours around her. Many people sneered: "With such a greedy, delicate and fierce character, she will definitely remain unmarried!" A certain Great Demon King who followed her said, "Marry me and become my wife. My home has endless supplies of canned beef, beef jerky, Dabai rabbit milk candy, imported chocolates, and various kinds of meat..."

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Chapter 571: The Thirteen-Year-Old Little Princess

Looking at her spirited expression, Lu Xiaofen happily responded, "Indeed, our Guibao is the most beautiful!"

At that moment, Chen Jianjun sneakily used his toes to nudge her daughter's small foot, making Helian Qiao chuckle, "Haha, that tickles! Dad."

The sweet, bubbly laughter seemed to melt hearts.

Watching such a warm scene, Chen Jianye couldn't help but feel a hint of envy.

He then thought about his estranged eldest daughter who wouldn't come home before dark, his young son Xiaobao, and his innocent Jinbao.

Other families were warm and lively, their wives and sons cozy and close-knit, yet his home was cold, no one to talk to.

If it weren't for this, he would not have considered remarrying.

Sighing slightly, he walked away, his back appearing somewhat lonely.

*

Time slipped by like a fleeting horse, in a blink, eight years had passed.

That day, early in the morning, Ma Xiulian was busy in the kitchen.