Who Are You Calling A Canary? [Transmigration]

Pei Xiting transmigrated into the canary substitute in “Raising.” The tyrannical, loyal young marquis, the virtuous prince who turned from a rotten cucumber to a good man; the noble, sickly green tea young master —the s*um gongs group couldn’t get the white moonlight, so they set their eyes on the white moonlight’s younger brother. After truckloads of body and heart ab*se texts, the substitute stabbed his own throat and committed su*cide; thus the literary passion of the crematorium unfolds. Pei Xiting, who had finished reading: “Ughh…” Halfway through, he was thrown onto the bed with a chokehold by s*um gong no. 1. Pei Xiting: “?” The s*um gongs group was powerful, so in order to protect his butt, Pei Xiting, who was unfamiliar with the place, decided to lightly hug a thigh, and the target was the crown prince of the current dynasty. As a passerby in the original novel, the prince had very little information available. In addition, Pei Xiting had only heard two rumors: First, the crown prince killed his elder brother and poisoned his father. He was ruthless and merciless, and his thunderous means shocked the court and the public. Now the emperor is just a puppet, and the crown prince is the one controlling the clouds and rain. Second: The crown prince is extremely handsome and has topped various lists, such as “Yejing’s dream lover.” Unfortunately, he carries a terrifying aura of “Lonesome beauty, don’t touch; otherwise, I will scatter your ashes”. So far, there has been no brave beauty who can touch this high-mountain carnivorous flower. He sounds like a dangerous character, but the arrow is already on the string, so Pei Xiting has to shoot. At first sight, His Royal Highness the crown prince has calm eyes and looks like a person in an ancient painting. Pei Xiting’s hands are itchy: What a perfect nude model; I want to draw! Later, His Royal Highness the crown prince stripped himself bare, flaunting his broad shoulders and narrow waist, abdominal muscles, and long legs. Pei Xiting’s heart is itchy: Just drawing… is not enough! Later on: “Don’t get distracted.” The voice was low and calm, like a towering jade peak, yet it also held the tremor of a collapsing snow mountain due to indulgence infatuation. The esteemed guest, who stood above thousands, had long fallen into the mortal world, now wielding a sickle of jealousy and possessiveness at those who coveted his treasure. Pei Xiting caressed the man’s Adam’s apple, smiling like a fox who finally got what he wanted. “Mhm.”