"Halt! Military restricted zone—unauthorized entry prohibited!"
The sentry on duty's pupils contracted violently, staring at the scene before him that defied all comprehension. He immediately pulled the highest-level emergency alarm.
In the biting winter of the nineties, four-year-old adorable little dumpling Lily Ashford was ruthlessly abandoned by vicious relatives on a frozen mass burial ground, left to perish in the desolate woods and be devoured by beasts.
No one knew that this tiny milk bun was born with beast-taming powers, understanding the language of all creatures.
In this desperate situation, her soft, tender call made every bird and beast in the deep mountains bow their heads in submission—all creatures surrendered, willingly serving her.
To find her seven general uncles whom she'd never met, Lily Ashford rode a robust and mighty big tiger, leading an entire mountain forest's beast guard unit through snowstorms and over frozen ridges, traversing a hundred li of uninhabited deep mountains without obstruction—all the way to the capital military district!
When this little milk dumpling covered in wind and snow jumped down from the tiger's back with stubborn eyes, producing her mother's keepsake—
Seven uncles who each commanded a region and were ruthless in battle instantly reddened their eyes.
The eldest uncle who commanded all forces thundered with rage, his fury reaching heaven: "Who dares harm my Ashford family's bloodline! All evildoers shall be severely investigated without leniency!"
The second uncle, a war god with illustrious military achievements, immediately issued orders to all forces: "My niece loves snacks! All military supplies prioritize her; all military dogs and trained beasts are at the little princess's disposal!"
From then on, the solemn military compound welcomed its most doted-upon little ancestor in history.
While other children went to school in groups, she alone enjoyed beast escorts—petting snow leopards for company, summoning eagles as guides, keeping fierce tigers as bodyguards.
She romped freely through the compound without anyone daring to provoke her slightest bit.
When encountering evil human traffickers or troublemaking villains, the little milk dumpling would gently pat her tiger's fluffy head. Her soft childish voice carried full commanding presence: "Cookie—bite them!"
