The Little Princess Is Three and a Half, and Her Tyrant Father Dotes on Her

[No System, no pocket dimension, no golden finger]

I died from staying up too late and transmigrated into the body of a pitiful Seventh Princess. Her tyrant father didn’t love her, and her commoner mother had died young.

The servants made life difficult for me, and nobody paid me any attention. I was so desperate I wanted to hang myself, but I was too afraid of dying, so I could only keep struggling along.

When I was three, hunger drove me to sneak into the Cold Palace, where I stumbled upon a celestial-looking man in the vegetable garden I’d secretly cultivated.

From then on, my life changed completely.

[The tyrant has only ever had one daughter: the heroine!!!]