Four-Year-Old Baby Guards the Border, Ensuring Peace for the Great Jin

Cute baby + power struggle satisfying novel + a four-year-old baby emperor ascends the throne to change fate + an adorable little army overturns the court + a system for stockpiling supplies and building the nation + historical brainwave

The female emperor of the Great Jin, Feng Chi Ling, is four and a half years old. Gifted and intelligent, she has dreamed the same nightmare ever since she was born.

She dreams that in her previous life, her intellectually disabled royal brother ascended the throne, her father’s grave was dug up, and she was captured by bad people and cooked into minced meat on the grasslands.

Little Ling climbs onto the dragon throne and is treated like a soft persimmon by the ministers.

She pats her little hand: bring the young lords and young troublemakers from the capital’s aristocratic families into the Hall of State Affairs!

The adorable little army forms on the spot: the Grand Tutor’s grandson pulls the beard of a powerful minister, a little county prince steals the censor’s imperial tablet, and the emperor waves her chubby paw to give orders: "Follow me to raid the Yang family, tear down the Wang family, and give grain to the common people!"

The court is thrown into chaos, and power is quietly pulled back into the little chubby hand.

Busy making money and stockpiling grain, the adorable little emperor’s system warehouse fills with grains and provisions. When disasters strike, she hauls out baskets and baskets of steamed buns: "The forty million people of Great Jin all belong to me to feed!"

When rebel kings try to cause trouble, the little dumpling holds up a slingshot and blocks the gate of the prince’s residence: "If you rebel again, I’ll make your kids copy ‘loyalty and filial piety’ a hundred times!" The chaos of the Eight Princes never even gets started before it’s already dead.

What about the Xie clan of Chen Commandery and the Wang clan of Langya, those aristocratic houses that want to control the government? They all end up kneeling and submitting under the little emperor’s schemes.

When the Xiongnu and Xianbei swing their blades southward, the four-year-old dumpling puts her hands on her hips and shouts: "Adorable little army, grab your weapons!"

The child emperor drives a little war chariot and chases the Hu cavalry, ordering the central army to rub the enemy chieftain into the ground:

"Anyone who dares touch my Great Jin will be sand in the hourglass!"

In this Great Jin generation, the emperor may be babyish and cute, but the empire is as steady as a mountain.