I'm Busy, Your Majesty: Plotting a Coup

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In the ninth year of the Daling era, the new emperor ascended the throne, the same day the entire Lin family was executed.

She unexpectedly became reborn three years earlier, only to discover that her past self had died of illness that very day.

History was still following its course. He had not yet become emperor, her parents were alive, and she was still unmarried.

There was still a chance to change everything. She vowed to take revenge and bring that man down from his lofty position.

She planned every step and seized every advantage, running herself ragged as she plotted to usurp the throne. She never expected a playboy to barge into the middle of it all.

He raised an eyebrow. "You're causing trouble for the whole country. Aren't you afraid that one day I won't be able to protect you?"

She smiled radiantly. "With you here, who in this world would dare bully me?"

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Synopsis:

A Jiu transmigrated first, then became reborn, and was forced to take a new name: Ruhua.

She was deeply unwilling and stubbornly refused, but she valued her life, so she accepted becoming a palace maid named Ruhua.

Who would have thought that, by accident, she would become the only imperial preceptor Dongkang had ever had?

He had been sent to Dongkang as a hostage when he was young, and he and A Jiu had known each other since childhood.

Later, when their countries went to war, she met him on the battlefield. Amid blades and halberds, she shouted, "Stop! Stop! Let's call a truce. I have something to say."

He frowned, but before he could speak, his deputy general interrupted him. "General, don't listen to her. The imperial preceptor is full of schemes and has extraordinary powers. Let's attack and cut off their retreat..."

"She's just a charlatan. What is there to fear?" He raised a hand to stop the deputy general, then smiled brightly at A Jiu. "Fine. A truce it is. Please."

A Jiu went to his tent and tugged his ear. "You actually mean to fight me for real? Do you have a death wish? Surrender already. There's no need for this battle. Prince Yu isn't a bloodthirsty man. If you surrender, not a drop of blood needs to be shed."

The smile vanished from his face at once. Prince Yu again. Prince Yu wasn't a bloodthirsty man? Was he, then?

He coldly took her hand off his ear. "Is the imperial preceptor trying to sweet-talk me again? Once was enough. Do you think I'll fall for it a second time?"

She was full of confidence. "You will. I've observed you for a long time. I've seen you diligently handling your affairs, seen your childish side, and learned what you believe in. I've seen the smile that made my heart skip a beat. Most importantly, you're handsome."

In the end, she won.

Theme: People often fail to appreciate what they have, while yearning for what they don't. Having lived another life, she understood the importance of treasuring what was right in front of her.