Introduction: After being an orphan for many years, I finally transmigrated. Others were princesses or young ladies, or at worst, could showcase their talents in a brothel. But me… I actually became a prisoner? And a newborn prisoner at that!! I knew I was always unlucky, but I never thought I’d be this unlucky!! A six-year-old unruly prince actually appeared in the prison cell, and I realized this wasn’t a standard government dungeon… I want to get out!
Transmigration
After taking a deep breath, I finally pushed open the prison door, and before I could see clearly inside, a blue-black dazzling light immediately rushed towards me, and in the next second, I was sucked in like iron attracted to a magnet…
Could this be the legendary transmigration? OMG! How exciting!
I wonder which era I’ll transmigrate to… Tang Dynasty? Not bad, I’ve heard Li Shimin was incredibly handsome! No, no, Li Shimin was always fighting wars in his youth! Then maybe the Qing Dynasty, when all the princes were devastatingly attractive, but no, the Nine Princes’ struggle for succession was too sinister, I’m not interested…
Before I could think it through, I felt a cool sensation in my throat, and I drowsily opened my eyes, slightly myopic, barely able to see the objects in front of me. When I saw the source of the cool throat sensation, I almost died of shock – a massive nipple!
Oh Lord, I grew up in an orphanage and have never drunk human milk… I quickly closed my mouth, with milk still swaying in my mouth. It seems I’m still an infant. I wonder if I’m a princess or a county princess here. Well, I’ve decided! I will definitely experience the familial love I never received in the orphanage…
happily looked above the nipple, tsk tsk, this white fabric quality is terrible. It seems I’m not destined to be a princess. Looking higher and higher, what are those characters? Like ghost-drawn symbols. Looking even higher… a woman’s round face covered in tear tracks entered my view, her head wrapped in thick hair, with wooden hairpins inserted. Indeed, this is ancient times…
“Young Miss, you’ve finally awakened. If anything happens to you, this old servant wouldn’t have the face to meet the old master and mistress underground, woo…” The woman holding me burst into tears, drenching my little face. She’s not my mother, just my wet nurse.
“Oh, Miss Little Dragon, why are you so angry today? I risked my life to bring you this wooden comb as a gift!” Purple Robe Uncle’s rough voice was particularly loud in the damp, dark dungeon.
As soon as I saw the wooden comb in his hand, my anger subsided. I snatched the comb from him and lazily combed my messy hair while asking, “Offering kindness without reason means you’re either a thief or up to no good…”
“Heh… hehehe.” Purple Robe, who had just been fawning, let out a miserable laugh and then asked, “Miss Dragon, why is it that when someone walks on a beach and looks back, they can’t see their own footprints?”
“Uncle Purple Robe, this is cheating! You’ll corrupt this pure and innocent child!” I deliberately put on an innocent, childlike expression, blinking my eyes and staring at Uncle Purple Robe, who was now wearing a miserable smile.
I received a hard knock on my head from Purple Robe. “You’re still innocent? I’ve never seen a six-year-old child so devious!”
Not an Ordinary Little Boy
I was about to complain when I heard Orange Robe Uncle and Yellow Robe Uncle’s cursing approaching.
Uncle Purple Robe and I simultaneously looked outside. Red Robe Uncle walked towards me with arms crossed and a stern face, while Orange and Yellow Robe Uncles dragged an elderly man and a small boy, both covered in blood.
“Harvest? Nonsense! This old man’s mouth is harder than a stone!” Yellow Robe Uncle dragged the child, looking dissatisfied. The child, hearing my exclamation, difficultly raised his head and glared at me.
“Yellow Robe Uncle, I like this little brat. Let him stay in the cell next to mine!” I clung to Yellow Robe Uncle while playfully challenging the little boy with a raised eyebrow.
“Little Dragon, he’s not an ordinary prisoner, he is…” Yellow Robe Uncle’s words were cut short by Red Robe Uncle’s stern glare, and he immediately shut his mouth.
I rolled my eyes and asked before they could exchange glances: “Not ordinary? Could this little brat be from a pig sty or dog kennel?”
As soon as I spoke, the little boy glared at me sharply again. Yellow Robe Uncle was amused and momentarily forgot his slip of tongue.
ghing: “You little spirit, you’ve guessed wrong. He’s not from a pig sty or dog kennel, he’s from a dragon’s lair…”
Examining the Little Boy
Yellow Robe Uncle’s words were interrupted by Orange Robe Uncle’s glare, who then dragged the little boy and said, “Stop talking nonsense. I’ll tie them to the wooden rack first.”
A dragon’s lair?! Looking at the boy’s royal aura, could he be a little emperor? If he’s an emperor, many people would surely come looking for him, which means my mother-in-law and I might be rescued! I suddenly saw infinite hope and decided to grab onto this lifeline.
With this thought, I turned and smiled innocently at the vigilant Red and Orange Robe Uncles: “Dragon’s lair? That’s my clan. I must get to know this little brat!”
The Red and Orange Robe Uncles relaxed their tense expressions, apparently believing the boy indeed had significant background.
I bounced after Orange Robe Uncle to the dark interrogation room, where water dripped from above, making it feel like entering hell. However, after my six years of outstanding contributions in this dungeon, the interrogation tools had been greatly improved – from whips to feathers that tickle, from branding to laxatives that cause stomach issues…
After Orange Robe Uncle firmly chained the little boy and the old man to the cross, he left, turning back to warn me: “Little Dragon, don’t play too rough. Don’t kill them, understand?”
“Orange Robe Uncle, I’m not playing, I’m helping you interrogate…” I protested, but before I could finish, he slammed the door shut.
The old man anxiously watched the little boy, seemingly just a servant. Well, I’ll “examine” this little boy first!
I slowly walked in front of the little boy. His jade-like skin was marked by red chain marks, and his slightly childish face was stained with blood. He seemed to have already suffered much, so I wouldn’t need to use feathers or laxatives to torture him further.
And then forcibly kissed him.
I asked the little boy directly, in a Zhou Xingxing-like tone: “An emperor?! A prince?!”
A flash of shock crossed the boy’s eyes, quickly replaced by a wary and sharp gaze as he stared at me, not saying a word.
“Hey, little brat, aren’t your eyes tired from staring like this? Blink, blink… How old are you?” I kindly tried to force his eyes closed, feeling strange being so intensely stared at by a little kid.
He awkwardly turned his head to one side, then pursed his scarlet lips in protest: “I’m ten years old.”
His childish voice was hoarse, and I was startled: “Didn’t the Hongyi death squad give you water?”
He didn’t answer, just turned his head and calmly looked at the worried old grandfather, then lowered his head silently. I thought for a moment and rushed out of the room to get a water bag from Uncle Ziyi, hurrying back to the interrogation room.
“Drink!” I pressed the water bag to his lips, and he immediately turned his head to the left, motionless. “Are you going to drink or not?” I was furious.
