Reborn, I woke up as an abandoned consort in the Cold Palace.
Then an imperial edict suddenly arrived, ordering me to raise the most unruly Ninth Prince.
“While you’re at it, send over the crybaby Third Princess and the withdrawn Seventh Prince too,” the emperor added.
Looking at the brats flipping tables and roaring, and the little crybaby wailing at full volume,
I put on my professional fake smile. “All right, kids, sit in a row and share the treats.”
When the brats finally settled down and started munching on snacks, the emperor narrowed his eyes from the shadows.
“What kind of sorcery did she use?”
The eunuch reminded him quietly, “Your Majesty, it’s time to hold the imperial consort selection.”
He waved a hand. “What selection? I’m going to parenting class.”
