When other people transmigrate, they either get breathtaking beauty or wealth enough to rival a kingdom.
Why did I have to become a baby who does nothing but cry all day?
Since I’m here, I might as well make the best of it. I’ll work hard, grow stronger, and turn my life around.
Who says a prince has to marry a refined young lady? A wild girl is the cutest of all.
She can use sorcery, so she must be an evil consort? Well, I’m happy to dote on this one and only evil consort!
Now that you’re in my manor, don’t even think about running away!
