Your Little Swallow Is Here, Your Majesty

At the moment Qianlong died, what flashed before his eyes was not his glorious military record or his vast empire. It was the sight of Xiao Yanzi crying out, “Imperial Father!” When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to twenty years earlier, to a time before that wild girl had entered the palace.

In this life, he no longer wanted to be an emperor for the ages. He had only one goal: to spoil Xiao Yanzi until she became the most unbridled little darling in the Forbidden City. No one would make her kneel. No one would make her cry. Whoever dared to wrong her would pay dearly.

But he had no idea that the girl he was so determined to make it up to had just woken from a high fever with a whole set of twenty-first-century memories in her head. She was Lin Xiaoyan, a history graduate student, and she had discovered that she had transmigrated. But the emperor before her, eyes red and full of remorse, was nothing like the one in the script. What was going on?

Qianlong thought he was raising a daughter. Xiao Yanzi thought she was acting out a role. Each was hiding an enormous secret, and they tested each other, neither willing to give themselves away first. The whole court thought the emperor had gone mad. Only Xiao Yanzi knew: how was this Imperial Father even more like someone who had transmigrated than she was?