A ruthless godfather with a soft heart he doesn't even realize he has + a little palace maid who wears an innocent facade
The first few chapters contain a disciplinary process.
In the deep palace, where human lives are as worthless as grass, a wildflower cast off as a weed drifted in from who knows where. It, too, could be cradled in someone's palm, nourished with blood, pruned, and watered. Until it sank roots of flesh and blood into that person's palm, from then on blooming only for one person, its color fused into their very bones and blood.
Su Wanyu transmigrated from the 21st century into a dynasty absent from the history books. She thought she would be the lucky chosen heroine, but fate played a cruel joke: she was merely an ant crushed beneath imperial power.
But as long as she held on to her dream of going home, as long as she didn't become an executioner beneath the palace walls, perhaps she would wake from a night's sleep back in her warm little home.
When she woke, she couldn't go back.
The eunuch who had personally shattered her dream, a man who could hardly even be called a man, offered her pastries with a thorn in every bite. She accepted the contract called a sacrifice, and from then on offered her soul to a god who belonged only to her.
