There is also spring for passers-by

The original owner was a three-year-old girl, the youngest person Wen Wan had encountered since embarking on her quick-travel mission. Just three days prior, she had witnessed her father, the emperor, slay a concubine with a sword, leaving her lying bloodied in a pool. He then ordered the extermination of over 120 people in the concubine's palace.

The original owner was terrified. She suspected that she had no mother and that she might have been killed by her father in this way. Her only wish was: not to let her father become a tyrant.

Wen Wan guessed that the little girl didn't even know what a tyrant was because she had only heard her wet nurse talk about it. Every day before going to bed, the wet nurse would burn three incense sticks to pay tribute to the original owner, Princess Changle's mother, Concubine Yue. "Your Majesty, please bless this servant and the princess to save our lives today!"

Every night before going to sleep, she would burn three incense sticks to Concubine Yue: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your blessing. This has allowed me and the princess to spend another day in peace."

It turns out that after all this fuss, every day we live is stolen.

Serving the king is like serving a tiger. It is so terrible to have a father who is a murderer.

Wen Wan: Hua Ling, what mission did you accept?

Hua Ling: Host, let me tell you, my super system wasn't working in the place where I turned you into the giant egg. I couldn't see outside at all, and I felt a tremendous pressure. We have to hide now, or we might be found by the giant egg's father. Oh my god, that man is terrifying. He can hold your egg with just one giant egg. Can you imagine how big he is?

Oh my god, I have never seen such a huge person. Is that still a human? Is he a giant?

The universe is so vast, and there are so many worlds, big and small. Your egg should be big enough, but that person is many times bigger than the egg.

We are scared, scared. We can't afford to offend, but we can afford to hide.

We will not accept missions from level five or level six civilizations. We will only take on missions from level one to level four civilizations now, otherwise our lives will be in danger.

She really thought so; the most important thing was to keep her own life.

Hua Ling was almost scared to death.

"You took on 'Reforming the Tyrant Father' for me?"

"In our future, we are very likely to encounter a giant tyrant. No, his name is Hua Yuanjun, which sounds like a person of status. How could such a tall giant slap his wife, your dear mother, into the size of a palm with just one slap? It's terrifying. The difference between an ant and a giant is the same. Do you dare to resist? He almost crushed you to death. It's terrifying."

When gentleness comes, accept it.

"The original owner, Princess Changle, was only three years old and had very few memories."

"But we've accepted the mission. We can't just give up on it because we don't have enough points. If we fail, it will affect our performance."

Wen Wan replied: "I know!"

How can a three-year-old girl like her transform her tyrant father?

Wen Wan pretended to be asleep. The original owner witnessed her father killing someone and fainted from fright. Her nanny carried her and fled. Then the original owner had a high fever for three days. Because of her fear of death, she made that wish.

Wen Wan thought for a while. It was impossible to be gentle and polite to her murderous father. She could only use the common method in modern society: listen to his heart and let him hear her own voice, haha, and be surprised.

She actually fell asleep after constructing a story line in her mind.

"Madam Fang, His Majesty has ordered you to take Princess Changle to the Imperial Garden. His Majesty misses Princess Changle."

Nanny Fang was burning incense, praying that if Concubine Yue knew about this, she would bless her and Princess Changle. After she finished her kowtow, she immediately walked to the palace gate and said, "Eunuch, the princess is sleeping right now."

The princess was frightened and fell ill. Nanny Fang could only quietly ask the imperial physician to see her. She did not dare to make a big fuss, for fear that His Majesty would find out and chop off her head.

"You dare not disobey His Majesty's order."

"Go, I will dress the princess and go to the imperial garden immediately."

Aunt Fang: What a tyrant! No wonder Concubine Yue passed away so early. Fortunately, Concubine Yue left early. If she hadn't died, she would have been killed by the tyrant, right?

Wen Wan was half asleep when she was woken up by Nanny Fang. She thought to herself: Oh, this is the Nanny Fang who was tortured to death by the tyrant for guessing the emperor's intentions.

Nanny Fang's hand trembled, and she heard a voice. Who was speaking?

She looked around but couldn't see the source of the sound.

Wen Wan: She's still looking around, totally unaware it's me, a three-year-old kid? Am I a kid? I'm a fairy. What a strange place this is! I was cultivating in a cave, and suddenly I ended up here. Could it be that I was framed by my enemies? I'm just a fairy, ascending to a high immortal. So what? They tricked me into becoming a mortal...

Oh, it turned out to be Princess Changle in his arms.

Princess Changle is the reincarnation of a fairy from the upper realm.

Then can I save my life in the future?

Nanny Fang was filled with great joy, and she was extremely gentle when dressing herself.

Wen Wan: Is this nanny stupid? Children won’t grow tall if they don’t sleep well. She was dragged out while I was sleeping soundly. I haven’t even woken up yet.

Nanny Fang: If I stop guessing the emperor's mind, he will torture me to death. From now on, just listen to the princess.

Wen Wan was dressed up by Nanny Fang and went to the imperial garden with two eunuchs and four palace maids.

The tyrant was still quite young, looking about thirty years old. At this moment, he was served by two young and beautiful concubines, one of whom was braver, while the other was trembling with fear.

Nanny Fang forced herself to remain calm: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you! Princess Changle, please pay your respects to your Majesty."

Wen Wan was placed on the ground by her. She looked around: Wow, I can actually see the life of a tyrant who is famous throughout the ages. Tsk tsk, so pitiful, so pitiful, he lived a glorious life, and died...

The emperor heard the voice and looked around, suspecting that it was the concubines around him who were talking, but one of them was very timid and the other was pretending to be brave.

Wen Wan: I, a pitiful little fairy, was tricked and pushed down to the mortal world by my enemies. It would have been fine if I had been reborn as a peasant girl, but I unexpectedly became the daughter of an eternal tyrant. Woohoo, just think about my fate, being torn to pieces by the tyrant II. I'm so pitiful! I only have nine years left to live, woohoo...

Tyrant, tyrant, you kill others, but how could you know that your own children would be slaughtered by a bastard, and each one would die more miserably than the other.

The emperor's gaze fell on the gentle little girl and he waved his hand: "Changle, come here!"

Wen Wan: Do you want to go? I may be a fairy, but now I'm a mortal with no magical powers. The sooner I die, the sooner I'll be reborn. After I die, I'll be a fairy again. So, I'd better go.

The emperor looked at Wen Wan, afraid of scaring her, and smiled even more gently and amiably. What did this girl say just now? His children were all killed by a bastard. Who was this bastard?

Wen Wan took one step, then another, and it was so difficult for her to walk. The emperor's trusted eunuch was anxious and bent down to hug her and put her into the emperor's arms.

The emperor smiled even more brightly.

Wen Wan looked at his face, and her mind was full of the scene of the original owner watching the emperor kill someone that day.

I was so scared. I still remember him chopping off the concubine's head a few days ago. But it's okay. After being scared by him, I regained my memory of being a fairy. If I scare him again, maybe my soul will fly away and return to the sky.