As a nine-to-five office worker, Zhang Lingling hadn't saved anyone from a car accident, been betrayed by her best friend or boyfriend, been electrocuted by her phone, or suffered any accident at all. Yet after going to sleep, she woke up as a newborn baby.
Lingling became Linger.
No pocket dimension, no System. She thought she'd be starting a farming life, but the royal family was short on heirs and held a major selection of consorts. She left her hometown for the capital and entered a prince's household, where the story turned into a battle of wits in the inner quarters. Faced with all that scheming, Zhang Linger said, “I'm just here to make up the numbers. You guys go ahead and play.”
As one child after another was born, she finally realized she had a golden finger after all: legendary fertility. Turns out, it's better to give birth well than to be born well. Thanks to her children, she carved out a smooth path and went on to live the life of a winner.
Zhao Zhen cornered her against the wall and raised an eyebrow. “Am I not worthy of speaking? Am I not even worthy of a name? Am I just a tool?”
Zhang Linger instantly caved. “No, Your Highness, please listen while I explain.”
Zhao Zhen hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her toward the room. “I've got all the time in the world to hear you explain it slowly.”
Thesis: Love and power.
