After transmigrating into the body of a cannon-fodder concubine-born daughter of a marquis's household, Jiang Wan had barely had time to start fighting for influence in the family when she bound herself to a dual-channel gossip System:
[Public Chat: When a crowd gathers and emotions run high, her inner thoughts are projected for everyone to see! Her aunt tries to sabotage her? An anonymous livestream for the whole internet, enough to make her spit blood, while Jiang Wan stands with her hands in her pockets, acting innocent like a pro.
[Private Call: Her inner thoughts are forcibly connected to the mind of the brutal, bloodthirsty regent, making her the one and only "human stress-relief medicine" for him.
While the whole capital frantically searched for the "Heaven-sent prophet who talks nonsense," Jiang Wan was standing nervously in front of Xiao Wuyan, the living King of Hell.
On the surface, she lowered her eyes and acted meek.
[Help! This menace looks like he's about to eat someone. What if he suspects I'm the little thief who curses him in the sky every day?]
The high-and-mighty Regent rubbed his throbbing temples as he listened to the frantic complaints crackling through his mind. Looking at the mischievous girl before him, his thin lips curled in a dangerous yet indulgent smile.
"Little thief, my headache is acting up again."
"The Treasure Pavilion is so lively today. Don't you think you should tell me a joke in your head?"
The whole capital was gossiping, while the great villain who held power over the court was being forced to listen to my innermost thoughts on repeat.
