[After Becoming the Most Tyrannical Eldest Princess, I Won Over My Brother’s Entire Inner Circle]
As soon as Zhao Lingyang arrived, her brother Zhao Jingyan, a hopeless sister-complex, told her, “Whatever you want, royal sister, I’ll give you.”
She set her sights on the eight men who held up the Great Jing:
Xie Linyuan worked through memorials until dawn, only to find a pastry she’d decorated with a little turtle on his desk. While Xiao Che was training, she climbed over the wall and shouted, “If you win, you kiss me. If you lose, I’ll kiss you.” As Lu Jingran investigated a case, she leaned over with the files in her arms. “Doesn’t this murderer sound like the character in that story we talked about?”
A secret report from the Embroidered Uniform Guard: The princess had gone to the Imperial Medical Academy again to “flirt with” Wen Ziran. Yan Jingchen had barely returned to the capital before she dragged him off to visit the brothels. Even Shen Yan had been pressured into writing poems that hid her name.
When all eight men finally gathered outside the imperial study, Zhao Jingyan looked at his sister perched on his lap and sighed. “You’ve turned all my most trusted ministers into your own men.”
Zhao Lingyang hooked an arm around his neck and smiled. “Aren’t your ministers mine, too?”
Everyone at court knew that the eldest princess’s greatest talent was turning her brother’s right-hand men into her own devoted subjects.
