[Transmigration + short-tempered, murderous prince + mind-reading + doting romance]
The short-tempered prince cut down everyone serving him, one by one.
She had been shoved forward at the last minute to fill in for someone else, and just as panic was setting in, she heard the prince’s inner thoughts.
[They might as well just bring me the oil directly.]
[I have to practice swordsmanship after eating. Do these people even understand that?!]
[Kill them. I might as well kill them all.]
Just as the prince was about to draw his sword, she brought out a plate of diet food.
From then on, she became the prince’s personal little chef.
Then she accidentally stumbled upon the prince secretly meeting with his shadow guards.
The prince gritted his teeth, so she brought him a plate of the pastries he’d been craving day and night.
Prince: She understands me perfectly. They’re only shadow guards, so it’s not a big deal.
Besides, she smells so sweet. How could she possibly mean any harm?
