Father, Don't Treat My Inner Thoughts Like Memorials

The day the emperor was struck by lightning and woke up, nine-year-old Xiao Mingzhao watched helplessly as her palace maid was dragged away to be beaten to death.

[The ink on this confession hasn't even dried, and the fingerprints don't match. Could you at least put some effort into framing someone?]

The newly awakened Emperor Xiao Chengxi: "...Who said that?"

Three years after transmigrating into the seventh princess of the Great Sheng, Xiao Mingzhao's greatest wish was to live quietly and safely, collect her allowance, and, ideally, not have anyone come looking for her to work overtime.

But ever since her father could hear her inner thoughts, things started getting more and more strange.

Grain prices were soaring in the capital, military provisions for the northern frontier were being embezzled, charity hall accounts were being falsified, and wounded soldiers had received their pensions but still had no livelihood... She'd only wanted to save one person close to her, but before she knew it, she'd worked her way into governing the court.

Fortunately, in her previous life, she'd been a reporter covering people's livelihoods. She wouldn't boast about other abilities, but she had some experience tracking down leads, finding evidence, and exposing the shady dealings hidden beneath pretty words.

At first, Xiao Chengxi merely thought his daughter was clever and would surely become a capable aide to the crown prince.

Later, the matters she handled grew ever more significant, and the power in her hands grew heavier.

Until one day, Xiao Mingzhao stood before the throne and said earnestly:

"Father, I want to be emperor."

[Why should I only help other people govern the empire?]

This time, her father didn't laugh.

Nor did the crown prince yield.