I Can Understand Baby Talk, and the Frail Prince Has Turned Dark

[Historical romance + imaginative premise + cousins + sickly younger man + adorable children + palace intelligence network + satisfying read + no romance-brained leads]

She missed passing the English CET-6 by one point, then died from transmigrating. The System let Wen Zhaoning choose a language.

She said, “Waaah… English.” The System replied, “All right, baby talk.”

She woke in the Cold Palace, surrounded by jars of medicine, with a pale, sickly young cousin at her side and a chatty little eunuch who loved keeping accounts.

Wen Zhaoning planned to lie flat and wait to die.

Until she heard the baby in the wet nurse’s arms say, “That matron in green put bitter water in the young master’s medicine…”

She poured the medicine into a flowerpot.

The next day, the flower died.

From then on, the Cold Palace had a woman who understood baby talk.

The Noble Consort’s little princess has been wailing nonstop for three days and nights? Wen Zhaoning calms her down in three sentences, and casually hears all of the Noble Consort’s schemes.

The Empress’s grandson refuses to take his medicine? Wen Zhaoning flips a bowl, the child laughs, and the Empress owes her a huge favor.

The Crown Princess’s legitimate son reaches out to be held whenever he sees her? She knows the secrets of the Crown Prince’s household before the Crown Prince himself does.

Babies from every corner of the palace chase after her, and the consorts line up to ask her to soothe their children.

Everyone thinks she’s just a Cold Palace maid who’s good with children.

No one knows

that her ears hold the secrets of the entire imperial palace.

At some point, the sickly Seventh Prince, who was “not long for this world,” has made it to the throne. He looks back at her, his face pale, the sharpness hidden in his eyes for years finally revealed.

“Cousin, my empire is all yours.”

Wen Zhaoning: “…Drink your medicine first.”