“Mommy, Daddy, that person was going to hurt you, so I already ransacked his house.”
Three-year-old Shen Jiujiu has a soft, babyish voice and a doll-like face. She's completely harmless.
No one knows that inside her tiny body lives the soul of the powerful female chancellor who once held sway over the court.
In her previous life, she watched helplessly as her mother was poisoned and her father was deceived, before dying with deep regrets.
Reborn into this life, she began plotting while still dressed in her baby bib:
She could identify poisons at three, solve cases at four, and make the old foxes at court break into a cold sweat with one sweet, childish remark.
To others, she's a clingy, weepy little dumpling. At home, she shields her mother from hidden attacks, foils conspiracies, and even manages to bring her frosty father home.
At first, the cold-faced marquis thought the wife he'd married to bring him good fortune was a nuisance. Then he realized...
Every time his daughter smiled and called, “Daddy, hold me,” his political enemies would suffer some inexplicable misfortune.
And the wife he'd never given a second glance had somehow become a guest of honor to half the capital's noble families.
“Just where did that little Shen girl come from?”
Shen Jiujiu nibbled on a pastry and blinked. “Jiujiu is only three. She doesn't know anything.”
