[Sweet and satisfying, a slow-burn secret crush from the regent, a transmigrated preschool teacher heroine, everyday life with a touch of political intrigue]
Shen Li never expected that transmigrating would turn her into the daughter of a disgraced minister. All she wanted was to lie low in the palace laundry bureau until she could leave the palace.
That is, until the man who held power over the entire court, the regent, tossed her into the imperial palace.
"Teach the little emperor to talk."
The little emperor was three years old and could only crawl, cry, and babble like a baby.
The imperial physician said he was a "late talker." The entire court was waiting for him to grow up mute, while the ambitious hoped he would never speak at all.
But Shen Li could hear the little emperor's thoughts.
His voice was soft and babyish, sweet as a ball of glutinous rice: "Big sister... scared..."
Her heart softened, and she accepted the hot potato.
On the first day, she soothed him to sleep. On the second, she taught him to say "Big sister." By the fifteenth day...
The little emperor spoke his first word before the assembled court officials.
Silence fell over the room.
The regent, Xiao Yan, looked at her with an expression that shifted from scrutiny to determined possession.
The court officials: What kind of sorcery did she use?
Shen Li: ? I'm a trained preschool teacher, thank you.
But she didn't know that the regent who came to "inspect" every night...
Was not only her greatest source of support, but also the greatest trial fate had in store for her.
When Prince Duan's poisonous hand reaches for the little emperor, and Xiao Yan is attacked in court with ten grave charges, Shen Li finally realizes:
She hasn't just taught one child to speak.
She has to protect two people who don't know how to say they love someone.
Xiao Yan: Since you've taught the little emperor to talk, can't you call me your husband too?