You Promised English, Not Baby Talk! The Qing-Dynasty Princess Consort Wins by Doing Nothing

She missed graduate school by one point, died on the spot, and transmigrated. The System asked Su Jinyan to choose a language.

Su Jinyan: “Waaah... English.”

System: “All right, baby talk it is.”

So when the stern-faced Prince Yong could do nothing but helplessly watch his legitimate son cry, she stared expressionlessly at the little prince, who was wailing that his bellyband was too tight. She tugged it loose, then retied it under the displeased gaze of Prince Yong.

The little prince smiled.

Su Jinyan had no idea how knowing a little baby talk had landed her such a golden job. The imperial grandsons and princesses clung to her whenever they saw her, and somehow she became the royal family’s “baby-soothing expert.”

As the children grew up, whether they were the Crown Prince, Prince Zhijun, the Eighth Beile, or the Fourteenth Prince, they all had to call her “Fourth Sister-in-Law, teach me” whenever they came to see her.

“Fourth Sister-in-Law, I found you a first-rate Su embroidery shop. Just pick whatever you like,” little Hongxuan said. He put the most prosperous shop in the capital at her disposal.

“Fourth Aunt, I’ll cover all the jewelry and headdresses for the palace banquet this time. Just relax and look beautiful,” little Hongxi said. The finest artisans from the Imperial Household Department lined up to work for her.

“Fourth Sister-in-Law, didn’t you want to see Jiangnan? Imperial Grandpa just granted you an estate. You can stay there for now,” little Hongshu said. She got to live in an imperial garden with her salary still coming in.

Su Jinyan: “I’m only an idle princess-consort. If you need anything, talk to my more than one hundred grandsons and nephews.”

Kangxi: “...Why do all my grandsons have the surname Su?”