Time Stop: Even the Tyrant Has to Call Me Big Sis

[Historical Drama · Poison and Medicine · Everyone’s Favorite · Face-Slapping · Medical Arts] I was a lowly medical maid at the Imperial Medical Academy, scrubbing chamber pots. All I wanted was to make it out of the palace and open a little apothecary. Who knew I'd find a little prince covered in injuries, the future tyrant described in history books as having “slaughtered three clans and burned books to bury scholars”? Watching him gnaw on grass roots because he was starving, my lazy-girl instincts kicked in: if I invest in him now, could I become Empress Dowager someday? And so began “Tyrant Raising Plan 2.0”: Someone poisons him? I whip up an antidote. An imperial physician gives me a hard time? I livestream a parasite dissection and face-slap him. The consort wants to silence me? I make the prince call me “Big Sis” in front of everyone! But why is this kid getting weirder the more I raise him? At his coronation, he flings off his dragon robe and declares, “I'll split my empire in half with you. Calling you Big Sis isn't enough. You should be my empress.”