Ember Dragon - Chapter 223: Various Arrangements

Within the red tent, under the passionate eyes of the man on top, she was forced to make love and three thousand black strands turned to white.

My mother is the sweet, silly, and innocent protagonist of an angsty novel.

My mother was the substitute for the overbearing CEO’s unrequited love interest who ran off when she found out she was pregnant.

As for me, I’m nothing special. I’m just the child prodigy who became a hacker at the age of five.

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Genius hacker Gu Chu found herself reborn in the pages of a tear-jerker book.

She had been transformed into a cute little five year-old. Her mother was the tragic female protagonist while her father was the uncultured, boorish male protagonist. There were also a gaggle of hostile, opportunistic relatives and a pretentious, seemingly-virtuous but vile-hearted aunt...

Gu Chu straightened her small little frame and began waging war secretly to help her mother.

What bad intentions could a five-year-old have?

She just wanted to protect Mama.

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Until one day...

The man who had hunted her across half the globe in her previous life suddenly appeared.

As he stared at the weeping little doll-like child in her princess dress, the man fell silent for a long while.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.