My name is Aixinjueluo Yongcong. My father is Qianlong, and my mother is Empress Fucha.

I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth… until I died at the age of two.

—That was my past life, according to a fortune-teller.

I scoffed. Yeah, right!

And then I transmigrated into the infant Yongcong.

Historical records state: In the third year of Qianlong’s reign, the eldest son Yonglian passed away and was posthumously honored as Crown Prince Duanhui. In the twelfth year, the second son Yongcong died and was posthumously honored as Prince Daomin. In the thirteenth year, Empress Fucha passed away and was posthumously honored as Empress Xiaoxian.

My brother lived to nine, my mother to thirty-six, and I only made it to two…

No, forget two! In Qing Dynasty dramas, I wouldn’t survive past three episodes.

Soon, I realized I was overthinking it.

My brother is a time traveler, my mother is a reborn soul, Huang Ama would pluck stars for me, and Imperial Grandmother would fetch the moon if I asked.

Me: ??

This isn’t what the history books said.

This is how Yongcong describes his Qing Dynasty time-travel life:

At first, I feared for my life. Later, I resisted being smothered with affection…

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