While Others Fight for the Throne, I Raise Kids: My Fierce Little One Topples the King

After transmigrating into the body of an exiled consort convicted of a crime, all I wanted was to keep my head down and survive. Who knew the little boy I rescued on a whim would turn out to be the last surviving heir of the previous dynasty? I taught him to read and write, and he learned from me how to plan every move. Until the day an army of a hundred thousand cavalrymen laid siege to the city. The little boy stood atop the city wall in imperial robes, then turned to ask me, “Big Sister, do you like this throne?” Only then did I realize that the child I’d raised seemed to have turned out a little… wrong.