Three-year-old Jiang Nuonuo barged into an enemy kingdom's state banquet just to sneak a few more bites of meat.
The tyrant was about to have someone killed when she held out a peeled mandarin. “Grandpa Emperor, meat isn't tasty. Have something sweet!”
From then on, a little dining table just for her appeared beside the cold-blooded tyrant.
Nuonuo had no divine powers, only an astonishing appetite and an innocent heart that never lied.
She ate while healing her tyrant father, while her father, Jiang Qinghan, used his daughter's favor to investigate cases, turn the tables, and dish out face-slapping.
When the Noble Consort sent over poisoned pastries, Nuonuo reported her in court: “Pretty Auntie, you can't eat these. Xiaohong ate one and rolled her eyes back!”
Everyone thought the hostage prince and his daughter were barely scraping by, not knowing that the tyrant's throne had already begun quietly making way for Jiang Qinghan.
When Nuonuo accidentally called him “Daddy,” every court official fell to their knees.
