Escaping With the Ball, the Beauty Begs For Food With His Child

The salted-fish beauty transmigrates to ancient times and ends up bound to a technology tree system.

“Couldn’t you have attached yourself to someone with a different career path?”

System: “Move it. Don’t you want electric lights?”

Thus, the beauty is given a critical hit.

System: “If you really don’t want to work, just have a child and transfer the system to them.”

Beauty: “You mean…?”

Personally give birth?!

The beauty closes his eyes. “I’ll think about it.”

The system watches in horror as the beauty continues to slack off. “If Heaven does not birth the Holy Child(1), the world remains in eternal darkness!” it rebukes. In other words: Go find the child a father!

The beauty lies in the courtyard, cooling off. He points at the sky and declares with conviction, “The Sage(2) is fatherless—conceived by heaven itself.”

The next moment, the reigning emperor, under the influence of a love spell, really falls from the sky.

The beauty thought, I’m done for.

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In the third year of Pingjia, the emperor tours the south. Passing through Yangzhou, he finds a wealthy populace and thriving education. His officials praise the magistrate for loving the people like his own children—no widow, orphan, or outcast goes uncared for. Just as the words leave their mouths, a two-year-old toddler runs into the emperor’s path, begging for food.

“I want three bowls—one for me, and two for my daddy,” he says in a sweet baby voice.

The emperor lowers his gaze, emotion unreadable. “Where’s your daddy?”

“In bed.”

“Paralyzed?”

“Hmm?”

The noble emperor never expects his wife and child to be out begging.

Little crown prince: “I’m amazing at begging.”

Salted-fish beauty: “Stop talking, kid.”

Note: The child is protected by the system and is very safe outside. The salted-fish beauty isn’t entirely idle—he introduces modern education and lays the groundwork for future technology.

(T/N: Sage and Holy Child are other names to call the “emperor”)