Transmigrated as a Minister's Guilty Daughter, My Homeroom Teacher Helps Restore the Crown Prince

On the first day after transmigrating, I nearly got poisoned by a maid.

Luckily, I can see what people are really thinking, so I can get back at every last person who tries to screw me over.

I opened a private school and took in a group of rebellious teenagers.

Then the mad king, feared by the whole city, started crouching by the wall every day to eavesdrop and take notes.

The mad king protested stubbornly: