Sentenced to Death by the Tyrant at the Start, Cursing Him So Hard His Parents Won't Know Him

"Drag her down and beat her to death with clubs!"

Ye Tangtang opened her eyes, and upon hearing these words, she was so frightened she almost dropped dead on the spot. Just a moment ago, she was advancing to the Nascent Soul realm when a heavenly lightning bolt struck her straight to this ghost of a place.

[Little Useless System, roll out here right now. Where is this again?]

The system:[This... the system isn't entirely clear either. Detection of another world opening, transmitting linked memories.]

Ye Tangtang's brain ached as she received yet another massive influx of information. Her brain wasn't too smart to begin with, and now it felt like it was about to break.

To put it simply, she had transmigrated again, landing inside a big-male-protagonist book, and she was the little cannon fodder who was going to die right at the start, over and over again!

Other people transmigrated as female protagonists, but she had already been cannon fodder for many years.

Ye Tangtang spread her little hands. Forget it, she was used to it anyway.

The situation was currently like this: she had pushed the scumbag dad's most doted-on Third Princess into the water, and then... she was going to die.

She was logging off just like that!

The Third Princess was the tyrant's most beloved princess, while she was just a pitiful, unloved Ninth Princess trapped in the Cold Palace.

Born in the Cold Palace, her mother was also a delicate, frail beauty without any means, which was why she was bullied every single day... and now she hadn't even lived to be twelve before getting taken out.

Sob, sob, sob, sob. Her life was so bitter!

So bitter!

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"What are you all staring blankly for? Why haven't you dragged her down for me yet? She looks so ugly, is she even worthy of being my daughter?"

The man on the elevated platform looked to be only around thirty years old. He possessed a tall and sturdy build, wore a dark black robe, and had a cold, pale complexion with fierce, sharp brows. His eyes were slender at the corners with pitch-black pupils, and his facial features were sharply chiseled.

Ye Tangtang was wearing tattered and thin clothes, and since it was already winter, her two little hands were red and swollen. The pain made her curse the scumbag dad on the spot.

[Bah! Scumbag dad, you completely wasted such a good-looking face! Even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs, yet you actually want to kill your own biological daughter! No wonder you get taken out three years later, with your head hung on the city wall to bake for three days and three nights while crows peck out both your eyes-you truly deserve it!]

Ye Yubei:"..."

He stealthily looked around in all directions, his two hands secretly feeling at his eyes and neck. Fortunately, fortunately, his head was still there, and his eyes weren't blind either.

Ye Yubei looked at the people around him again, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Could it be that only he could hear it?

Hahaha, he truly was the Son of Heaven, able to hear things that others could not.

"Pardon, Your Majesty."

The frail woman threw herself onto the ground. In the freezing ice and snow, she wore only a single layer of tattered, ragged robes, yet they failed to conceal her peerlessly beautiful figure.

Her skin was like congealed lard, her face exquisite and fair, and a pair of apricot eyes were like a pool of clear spring water. The corners of her eyes tilted up slightly, carrying a trace of allure, and she looked to be only around twenty years old.

[This... is this my mother? She looks way too pretty, my lovely mommy-dear. Loved it, loved it, sending little hearts to mommy-dear!]

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Shen Qingqing:"..."

Who was speaking? How did she hear someone talking?

Was it her Tang Tang?

The voice was identical to Tang Tang's, but why was the speaking style so different?

Her Tang Tang spoke in a very soft voice.

"And who are you? How dare you plead for this ugly freak? Do you want to share her fate?"

Ye Yubei's cold voice rang out, carrying an undeniable pressure. Shen Qingqing knelt on the ground, trembling all over, unsure whether it was from fright or the cold.

[Damn it! Is this old man of mine sick in the head? He can actually bear to be fierce to such a great beauty-he tui! Scumbag!]

[Kidnapping the great-beauty mommy-dear, kisses~ cuddles~]

[Mommy is so pitiful, how did she run into such a scumbag? She's way too unlucky.]

Hearing her daughter's words, Shen Qingqing trembled even more violently. That was the majesty of Northern Li.

However, judging by the situation, His Majesty shouldn't be able to hear Tang Tang's voice, which let her breathe a sigh of relief.

Tang Tang was her entire life; having spent so many years in the Cold Palace, Tang Tang was her only pillar of support to keep living.

Shen Qingqing only felt a soft, fluffy bundle constantly burrowing into her arms, and then she saw her daughter burying herself in her embrace, continuously cuddling her with a warmth that left her utterly overwhelmed.

What was wrong with this child? She hadn't liked being close to her before.

Ye Yubei looked at the mother and daughter huddled together on the ground and frowned.

Was he a scumbag? And she cursed him for being sick? This was his daughter?

That was his woman?

He couldn't remember. There were simply too many women in the inner palace.

"Ninth Princess, please. If you must blame someone, you can only blame yourself for insisting on bullying the Third Princess."

[I bullied her? She was the one who insisted on jumping into the water; could I have stopped her? He really is a blind scumbag dad, those two eyes pecked out by birds serve him right-why not peck his eyes out right now? They're the same whether they're there or not anyway.]

Ye Yubei:"..."

He cast a casual glance at the little figure on the ground. She was covered in rags, dressed worse than a beggar, with tangled hair that had never been brushed and a face so blackened it was clear she had not washed in ages. She looked like a little madwoman.

No matter how he looked at it, she did not resemble his daughter. He would never have such an ugly girl.

"There might be more to this matter than meets the eye. Eunuch Wang, go down and investigate thoroughly. Which princess is this? Why have We never seen her before?"

"Replying to Your Majesty, she is your youngest daughter, the Ninth Princess, born in the Cold Palace."

Ye Yubei gave a few low coughs. He had too many children and truly could not remember which one this was; looking at them all made his eyes spin.

Ye Tangtang: This tyrannical scumbag father actually seems to have found a conscience. Could it be because I am so universally adored that even this scumbag father cannot bear to hit me upon seeing me?

"Emperor Father, it was her! She pushed Xue'er and almost shoved Xue'er into the water! In such cold weather, if Xue'er had fallen in, she would never have been able to see Emperor Father again."

Ye Muxue hugged Ye Yubei's sleeve and acted coquettishly, her eye rims red as she squeezed out two drops of tears, looking like a pear blossom drenched in rain.

Isn't this just a green tea right here? So terribly leafy. I never figured my scumbag father enjoyed drinking green tea so much-wonder what flavor it is. Better not be durian-flavored, it would stink to high heaven.

Ye Yubei: "..."

He quietly withdrew his sleeve without a trace. Was there really a scent?

Why hadn't he smelled anything?

"Emperor Father, what is wrong with you today? It was that vile wretch who pushed me into the water and even twisted my ankle. It hurts so much," Ye Muxue said in a delicate, pampered voice.

Ye Yubei said in a deep voice, "Weren't you not pushed into the water by her?"

"It was just a hair's breadth away, Emperor Father! Just now, it was a hair's breadth away from you never seeing me again."

Heaven and earth bear witness, I didn't touch her at all! She threw herself forward eagerly to feed the fish in the water, what could I do? The palace maids beside her all saw it; their family's brain-dead princess insisted on jumping into the water herself.

Ye Tangtang spread both hands and rolled her eyes dramatically, completely unfazed. If she died, she died; perhaps the next world would be better, and the next world more well-behaved.

Little Useless System, if I die right now, will the next world be better? Will I get a father who is exceptionally, exceptionally gentle? I don't like this scumbag father. I want a gentle father.

Ye Yubei's expression sank. What on earth was the Little Useless System? A gentle father? Was he not gentle enough? She actually didn't like him?

Not a single one of his children had ever disliked him as their Emperor Father.