Transmigrated as a Palace Maid: I Raised the Tyrant Myself

[Historical romance + palace intrigue + household rivalries + a rise from humble beginnings + master-level scheming + a dangerously possessive protector + a cutthroat contest for his affections]

From the start, she transmigrates into the lowest-ranking scullery maid in the Cold Palace, with a dying, disgraced crown prince thrown in as a bonus.

Jiang Sui’an clutches the last half of her hard bun and gives a cold laugh. “I can raise a kid, but I’m only teaching him how to be a villain!”

While others teach the princes the Three Bonds and Five Constants, she teaches the crown prince The Art of Being Thick-Skinned and Ruthless and how to stamp out every last trace of an enemy.

No food? Take it by stepping over your enemies’ corpses.

Being bullied? Set up a chain of deadly schemes to ruin the consort’s reputation.

She turns a gloomy, pitiful royal castoff into a demon blade capable of laying waste to a city with a single strike.

Just as the disgraced crown prince grows into a master schemer and reclaims the throne, Jiang Sui’an is ready to retire after a job well done. She also plans to discuss a little “business” of a romantic nature with Pei Yanci, the devious chief minister who holds power over the court and has helped her plot her way across the realm.

But at the new emperor’s enthronement ceremony, as the officials bow before him, the deranged tyrant on the dragon throne turns red-eyed and kicks the chief minister’s exorbitantly expensive betrothal gifts aside.

With a bloodstained sword in hand, he advances step by step and cages Jiang Sui’an between the throne and his chest in front of the entire court.

“My empire was given to me by you, and so was my life. If anyone in this realm dares so much as look at you, I’ll wipe out their entire clan!”

The tyrant points his sword at the foremost powerbroker in court, murderous intent surging. “Pei Yanci, touch her and I’ll raze the Chief Minister’s residence to the ground this instant!”

Jiang Sui’an sighs. “Weren’t we supposed to focus on our careers? How did the mad puppy I raised with my own hands learn to force himself on me?”