Overthrow the Qing, Restore the Ming: Even the Little Secretary Is Rebelling

“Stingy jerk, idiot, selfish loser, feeder, bleh bleh bleh...”

Xia Tongxin showed no sign of stopping, instead getting more and more excited with her taunts. Eventually, she just turned on the speakerphone.

She unloaded a barrage of insults directly at Tang Yuyao, still delivering sixty seconds of demonic murmurs—the system’s limit, not Xia Tongxin’s.

Burning with rage, Tang Yuyao opened the voice messages, planning to build up her anger by listening to them. Once her fury was fully stacked, she would let it all out in one go, leaving the other side no chance to react.

If emotions could be visualized, Tang Yuyao would now be wearing boxing gloves and swinging wildly.

Each punch would land squarely on that hateful little brawler across from her.

After playing all night, Tang Yuyao noticed that Xia Tongxin’s hero and lineup barely changed—unless someone else picked the hero first. Otherwise, she always chose the same little brawler depending on the situation.

Stubborn to an almost ridiculous degree. The only difference was that the little brawler swapped skins to handle the opponent...

Tang Yuyao tapped the speaker.

From her phone came Xia Tongxin’s ultra-cute, loli-like voice, echoing throughout the room. Tang Yuyao froze for several seconds, the wrinkles in her brain instantly smoothed out.

She had thought the other person’s behavior was a bit childish.

Like a little kid. Turns out... she really was a little kid!

“You idiot, cow, big idiot, stingy jerk, selfish loser, trash...”

A string of insults with zero real bite, enough to make Tang Yuyao laugh. What’s wrong with kids?

Wrong or not.

Tang Yuyao treated everyone equally. She was about to let loose with some classic trash talk when something suddenly clicked. That voice sounded familiar, like she had heard it somewhere before.

And it had been in the last couple of days. Why did it sound familiar? She couldn’t quite remember...

A flash of insight: Tang Yuyao’s mind jumped to the scene in the women’s restroom earlier. She had called out “little brat,” and from a stall popped out a pink-haired, cheeky elementary schooler.

The tone and phrasing were the same...

Wait, could it be this very kid?

Taking a shot in the dark, Tang Yuyao reenacted the restroom scene, testing the waters.

“Where did this little brat come from? It’s so late and you’re still not sleeping, secretly playing games? Don’t you have school tomorrow? If your mom finds out, she’s gonna spank you.”

She crushed the kid with a condescending adult attitude.

Xia Tongxin went noticeably quiet. Half a minute of silence followed until her sixty-second voice limit kicked in again.

“You’re the brat! You and your whole family are brats!!!”

Tang Yuyao: “...”

Okay, confirmed. This cutesy loli was definitely that pink-haired, cheeky little brat from the restroom.

The tone and phrasing matched perfectly. In hindsight, her childish in-game behavior made sense.

Oh well, she would let it slide—she wasn’t going to stoop to a kid’s level... Just kidding, of course.

Tang Yuyao calmly scrolled through her phone and picked a nice photo—one that perfectly showcased her “assets”—and sent it over.

"Say something, why aren't you talking now, little one? Hurry up and give the phone back to your mom." This time it wasn't text, it was a voice message, with just a hint of teasing. Not only was the mature woman vibe maxed out, but the sarcasm was also turned up to eleven.

Besides, she was a mature woman through and through, a million times better than this little brat in front of her. So there, take that!

Don't be fooled by Tang Yuyao being twenty-six or twenty-seven years old—when it came to some things, she wasn't much different from a child, if not worse. We're all human, so why should she have to give in?

Meanwhile.

Inside the villa.

Xia Tongxin stared at the photo sent over, totally dumbfounded.

Her eyes went wide as she frantically compared her own chest with the "talents" Tang Yuyao displayed in the picture. From every angle, it was a complete defeat.

Xia Tongxin: "..."

"Mmph..." In the blink of an eye, Xia Tongxin's face flushed red, her cheeks puffing up like a little pufferfish as she completely lost her composure.

"What's the big deal? I've got it too!"

Not wanting to lose face, Xia Tongxin started snapping pictures of herself like crazy, but no matter what she did, the effect was worlds apart from Tang Yuyao's photo.

In the face of absolute power, all fancy tricks were useless. Pure stat domination couldn't be made up for with a few clever moves.

"Xiaxia, please help me out..." Xia Tongxin looked pitifully at the Head Maid, who was still standing by watching, on the verge of tears.

Although there was a way to make herself grow quickly within half a year, time wasn't on her side right now. She needed immediate results to crush her opponent.

She had to vent this frustration. Besides, Xiaxia was her best friend—what's Xiaxia's was hers, and what's hers was Xiaxia's. Rounding it all up, it was hers!

She quickly convinced herself and sprang into action.

Head Maid: "..."

A moment later, the Head Maid sent over some photos she'd taken before—decent ones—and Xia Tongxin happily started Photoshopping them.

The Head Maid craned her neck to look, then... fell silent.

What was that? Bigger than a head? Was that even human?

"Miss, don't you think this is a bit too much?"

Xia Tongxin blinked, her light blue eyes sparkling with naive cluelessness: "Too much? I think it's just right. This is the original!"

Head Maid: "..."

In the end, Xia Tongxin Photoshopped a watermelon-sized monstrosity and sent it off.

Head Maid: "..."

Way too fake, miss. That's beyond human.

At the Tang family home.

"What the hell is this?" Tang Yuyao stared at the super-huge watermelon Xia Tongxin had sent her, utterly speechless. It took her a good while to figure out what the heck it was supposed to be.

Tang Yuyao: "???"

"You've gotta be kidding me!!!"

Tang Yuyao threw off the covers, staring at the photo Xia Tongxin had sent in disbelief. She looked down, then up, going back and forth between her phone and herself.

It was definitely Photoshopped, there was no doubt, but the original assets must have been pretty impressive too, or else it wouldn't have turned out like this.

Meaning that little brat on the other side was actually that well-endowed?

No, no way. That brat across from me is just a little kid acting like an elementary schooler—there's no way he could have such absurd and extraordinary talent. It definitely wasn’t his.

It had to be someone else’s.

Someone else’s… that maid!

Was Xiaxia talking about that maid?

In an instant, Tang Yuyao’s thoughts cleared up. She even figured out the identity of Xiaxia that Ye Cheng had mentioned—wasn’t it that Head Maid who always trailed behind a certain pink-haired girl?

Talent… well, she had “a little,” but still fell short compared to Tang Yuyao herself.

Tang Yuyao refused to back down. She gave herself a quick edit and sent it off.

Xia Tongxin: “???”

“This is way too fake. Clearly different from before. You’re a liar, a sore loser!” Xia Tongxin turned the tables, accusing her first.

Tang Yuyao: “Hah. That one was a photo from my school days—I hadn’t fully developed yet. This one is me now. Besides… is this really that outrageous? It looks pretty average to me.”

“And anyway, it’s exhausting. Walking every day and all. You, a plain little kid, would never understand this kind of pain. Sometimes, I really envy people like you.”

“That way, you wouldn’t have to work so hard. It’s better being small like you…”

Tang Yuyao wasn’t just winning—she was rubbing salt in the wound. As a result, the two kept going at it…

In the next room.

“Uncle, I can’t take it anymore. I need to sleep,” the younger son said, his eyes already drooping from exhaustion.

All the excitement from when he first got the phone was completely gone. After a whole night, he had forcibly kicked his gaming addiction. Now, all he wanted was a good, solid sleep.

Ye Cheng yawned and checked the time. It’d be dawn soon, so it was time for him to sleep too.

“Alright, I’m heading to bed too.”

The two of them—one older, one younger—put down their phones and went to sleep. They even turned on Do Not Disturb mode. The same went for the Head Maid back in the villa.

She sent Ye Cheng two messages. When she got no reply, she figured he had already fallen asleep. Quietly, she put down her phone, closed her eyes, and drifted off.

Xia Tongxin and Tang Yuyao, however, were still locked in battle. Their P-shopping skills grew increasingly absurd. In the end, the only thing left in the pictures was talent.

Talent, talent, talent…

At the Dongfang family villa.

Another insomniac, still wide awake as dawn approached, was the President.

Dongfang Zhixia tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling, her mind blank. Beside her, the little secretary had already fallen into a deep, comfortable sleep.

As per her habit, the President indulged in some slightly unethical behavior—she checked her secretary’s phone after she had fallen asleep.

Tonight’s searches were even more ridiculous than last night’s.

They had gone from…

“Why are mistresses always called names?” —a shallow question —to “How do you become a feudal person?” and even outright “How do you restore the Ming dynasty to overthrow the Qing?”

Things kept getting worse. By the end, the little secretary seemed ready to revolt, aiming to bring back feudal old society and legalize mistresses—oh wait, not mistresses, but concubines.

Dongfang Zhixia: “…”

AI. Nothing good comes of it.

What on earth was all this about? Without a second thought, Dongfang Zhixia knew that her little secretary must have been led astray by the AI, picking up on some related term and then just running with it, getting more and more ridiculous as it went, until it was completely out of control. And the person involved didn’t even see a problem with it at all.

You little hamster, are you trying to rebel?

“Ugh…”

Dongfang Zhixia let out a sigh, cast a glance at her secretary, quietly turned over, and opened her phone to check Ye Cheng’s status—still showing as unread.

Ever since Ye Cheng had fled from the villa earlier today, he had completely disappeared, as if he’d gone to the Tang family’s place?

Dongfang Zhixia couldn’t figure out how Ye Cheng had gotten involved with the Tang family. Tang Yuyao?

That couldn’t be it. She didn’t remember those two having any kind of connection at all. So why were they close enough for him to sleep over at her house?

Buzz! A message came in from the Dongfang family’s intelligence operative.

“Miss, we’ve found the attending physician who treated young master Ye at the hospital back then!”

Dongfang Zhixia’s pupils suddenly contracted, and any trace of drowsiness vanished completely.