"Stop!" Chen Weiwan interrupted abruptly, snatching the cloth bag and throwing it to Chuntao, "If you dare to sew half a stitch of croton powder on your brother again, mother will replace all your pocket money with croton cakes and make you eat them every day, every meal, until you have diarrhea!"

Wa Wa blinked her big eyes, the red string from her braid brushing against the edge of her swaddling clothes. "Then let's tell our little brother a joke? Let's tell him about how when Mom gave birth to him, Aunt Zhang was so mad she was like a pufferfish, her eyes were bigger than croton seeds!"

Shen Weiwan held her forehead and looked at Xiao Yu. He was gently playing with the young master's hair with a silver hairpin, a smile on his face: "You see, this is the genetic sequelae of a silly imagination. He was born with the gene to cheat people."

Xiao Yu pinched her cheek and rubbed the dark circles under her eyes with his fingertips: "That's good. At least from now on, no one will dare to mess with our child when he goes out."

The little prince suddenly cried out "wa". Kengkeng immediately came to the side of the cradle and gestured with his chubby hands: "Don't cry, brother. I'll tell you a joke. Once upon a time, there was a fool who ate croton powder as candy, and the result was..."

"Help!" Shen Weiwan wailed, covering her face. "This deceiving gene is engraved into my bones, and I won't forget it even after reincarnation!"

For months afterward, the Prince's Mansion became a complete "baby trap." Kengkeng and Wawa devised new ways to surprise the young prince daily: first, they hid itching powder under the cradle. Then, after being discovered, they added croton powder to the baby's bottle (caught red-handed by Shen Weiwan). They even tried to shoe their crawling brother with "cheat-proof shoes"—soles made of sharpened croton shells, supposedly to pierce a scammer's feet.

One afternoon, when Shen Weiwan was changing the little prince's swaddling clothes, she found specks of white powder in it again. She was so angry that she picked up a feather duster and chased after him all over the yard: "What did you sprinkle on your brother again?! Did you secretly hide croton powder again?!"

Kengkeng wiped his tears while running, and Xiaopang's face was full of grievance: "It's talcum powder! It's really talcum powder! My brother smiled! Look, my brother smiled!"

After Shen Weiwan chased him to the rockery, she saw the young master lying on the cushions, grinning with his toothless mouth, his eyes curved into crescents. He was a miniature version of Xiao Yu, even the curve of his mouth was exactly the same. She suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking at Xiao Yu's helpless yet doting smile not far away, and Keng Keng Wa Wa dancing around his brother and making faces. Somewhere in her heart suddenly softened into a pool of warm water.

Perhaps there's no such thing as a "final villain" in this world. Those idiotic ideas that once paved the way for success have unknowingly woven a web that protects happiness. Once, pits were dug to survive the wolves, but now, being "pitted" is because love has filled us so deeply that it's overflowing with bubbles of happiness.

Late at night, all was quiet, the wind from the croton fields rustling through the window lattice. Shen Weiwan looked at Xiao Yu, who slept soundly beside her. His brows were relaxed, a faint smile on his lips. She stroked the young master's soft hair again. Next to him, Keng Keng and Wa Wa huddled together, sprawled out, their little hands clutching the half-hidden croton powder packet, the powder spilling all over the pillow.

She got up gently and pushed open the window. The night wind blew across the vast croton fields, rustling like a lover's whisper.

"Your Highness," she turned to look at Xiao Yu, who had been awakened. The moonlight outlined her soft profile, and her eyes sparkled with a light brighter than the stars. "Do you think I have dug myself into the sweetest trap in the world?"

Xiao Yu stood up and hugged her from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head, which was fragrant with croton flowers. "Yes, and it's a honey pit covered with croton powder. Don't even think about crawling out in this lifetime."

Chen Weiwan smiled, secretly giving him a victory sign in his arms. Outside the window, the croton flowers swayed gently under the moonlight, like a lullaby for this idiotic family. She knew the days ahead would be filled with more hilarious "pitfalls," perhaps Kangkang secretly adding croton powder to his baby's food, or Wawa dressing his little brother in itchy pink socks. But as long as she was surrounded by those who loved her so deeply, even the deepest pits would become a cradle filled with laughter and joy.

This is Shen Weiwan, using her quirky and whimsical imagination to dig and fill holes from the moment of her rebirth, ultimately carving out the perfect ending for herself—no schemes or scheming, no deep blood feuds, just a warm, daily routine filled with laughter, and a sweet life covered in croton powder, yet she's content with it. And the so-called "final villain"? It's merely the most hilarious footnote she's written for herself, absurd yet fulfilling. After all, what's wrong with a silly imagination that can lead you to happiness?