A thirty-year-old “leftover woman” wakes up in the body of a three-year-old girl.
She really is a little girl, with a blade of grass stuck in the back of her neck, locked in a cage and sold like livestock by a human trafficker.
Now that she’s been named a princess, can she just lie flat and take it easy? No. If she dares lie flat, that voice will keep her awake all night.
So, she should get married. So what if he’s a concubine’s son? A top student from a small town and a grassroots civil servant can surely handle a dim-witted general who’s all brawn and no brains.
You’re illegitimate, and I’m a bastard. We were made for each other.
Family glory and the heir’s position? What do they matter? Think bigger: serving the people is the proper path.
He married a “troublemaker” who never does things the usual way and challenges society’s “limits” with every step she takes.
Well, as long as his wife is happy, it’s fine. He can always clean up after her. But after cleaning up one mess after another, how did he end up making trouble right alongside her?
Oh no, oh no, his wife is planning a rebellion! That little fox really has gone all out. Very well, if you want the realm, I’ll fight to win it for you.
What do you mean the realm is worthless now?
My wife wants me to be a servant of the people?
All right, all right. No one can rule forever. Only the people endure, and everything belongs to them.
