The Tyrant Eavesdrops on My Beast-Pampering Thoughts

Modern-day overworked veterinarian Guan Wenyuan wakes up in a palace intrigue novel as a disposable character fated to die within three days.

She decides to lie flat: pet the imperial cat, snack on sunflower seeds, teach the Empress Dowager mahjong, and ignore the devastatingly handsome emperor, the so-called “master of the imperial harem.”

Thanks to her ability to understand animals, she sets up an animal gossip network inside the harem.

Today a parrot spills the tea, tomorrow an imperial hound reveals a secret. She gets her fill of gossip while deftly avoiding every palace-intrigue plotline.

What she doesn’t know is that the emperor can hear people’s thoughts!

[The Emperor: “Beloved, why are you avoiding me?”]

[Her thoughts: “Your harem could field a whole cuju league! Keep away from me!”]

Then, at the victory banquet, she gets drunk and pokes the emperor in the face, declaring she wants to “keep” him. The next day, she calmly announces, “Last night was an ‘intimate-contact incident.’ It doesn’t affect our business partnership.”

Thinking the matter is behind her, she sets sail with a fleet to make money, keeping a secret close to her chest.

When she returns laden with treasures, her ace golden eagle flies straight to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and drops a bombshell: “Four boys and one girl.”

In a secluded villa, she lays it all out calmly:

“Five babies, high-risk pregnancy. Either I take the kids and roam the world, or they can call your brother Daddy. Your choice.”

The emperor falls apart completely. Setting aside all his pride, he offers his ultimate solution:

“Give me a year! I’ll eliminate every threat for you first! ... ...”

So when the emperor finally corners her against a wall and whispers with a laugh,

“Beloved, there’s a hole in my underwear. When are you getting me a new pair?”

Guan Wenyuan freezes on the spot:

It’s over!

How did my animal intelligence network fail to report its biggest client?!

Season 2: My Empress and Our Kids Are Off Limits