Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Loves to Jump

Qiao Zhen, a diligent and inconspicuous small fry in the Heavenly Realm's Fate Office, was swept into a series of tasks, mission number 999, due to a bolt of heavenly lightning.

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Another drop of blood was drawn, this time Qiao Zhen's blood mingled with Emperor Qi's. However, Qiao Zhen was mindful of their blood types and feared that it might bring unnecessary trouble to one of the princes. So she suggested, "Your Majesty, since our bloodlines have fused, why bother the princes? After all, just by looking at their faces, we can tell they are undoubtedly related."

Emperor Qi responded softly, "Hmm." But then he was furious, "Xiao Dezi, investigate for me and see who dared to do this under my nose."

As expected of someone who has been immersed in the royal family for many years, his aura is quite overwhelming.

Qiao Zhen noticed Lin Yuyun's unfocused gaze and the way she was tightly gripping her sleeve, and knew that Lin Yuyun was behind it all. Ha! She's got some nerve.

"Your Majesty, today is Zhuyu's birthday. Zhuyu dares to ask Your Majesty to let this matter pass and investigate it later."

Even though Emperor Qi was still angry, Qiao Zhen's few words calmed him down, and his imposing aura subsided. "Call me Father Emperor."

This time, Qiao Zhen didn't give Emperor Qi any face; she was a shrewd person who knew when to yield. "Father."

"Hahaha, please take your seats. Now that the birthday banquet has begun, let Zhuyu call the shots."

"Thank you, Father Emperor."

Lin Yuyun seemed somewhat relaxed, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still absent-minded.

Qiao Zhen let Lin Yuyun be anxious. Some bombs were buried deep in Lin Yuyun's heart. Watching her struggle with her own suspicions every day was far more frightening to her than if they were suddenly revealed.

Moreover, the dancers were graceful and slender, like willows swaying in the breeze. The singers had clear and melodious voices that lingered in the air. The musicians were highly skilled. If this grand feast could be described in a single sentence, it would be: "From then on, the emperor no longer held morning court."

As a spoiled rich kid, Qiao Zhen naturally couldn't miss this great opportunity to take care of his eyes.

Before long, a palace maid brought out cold dishes.