After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Became a Sword Ghost Who Took Care of a Baby and Slayed Dragons.

Shirley, the Duke's daughter, was born with white hair and strange eyes. She was treated as a "cursed child" by the entire family and was trampled on for eleven years. When she was eleven years old, the crown prince fell in love with her at first sight, and a marriage contract lifted her from dust to the clouds. After eight years of hard study, she became a quasi-imperial concubine loved by all the people. However, on the eve of her wedding, she was falsely accused of adultery and treason by her own sister and was thrown into a dungeon. A whole month of torture did not lead to innocence, but instead awakened the power of taboo in despair: the wounds healed as before, and the youth lasted forever. On the night she escaped from prison, she sharpened her stone knife and vowed to make sure those who betrayed her would die. But when the twins born during the escape held her fingertips, she threw away her hatred along with the stone knife. Revenge? Not available. The sword is wielded only for my daughter. From then on, his life plan was extremely simple: he would take on small commissions for collecting medicines and delivering letters during the day, and cook for his twin daughters at night. The guild leader knelt down and begged for promotion: "You killed all the dragon kings, please advance to A level!" Shirley waved her hand: "No, A-level mandatory attendance will delay taking care of the baby." After ten years of daily fishing, the emperor suddenly came to visit: "Those two children have the blood of the emperor and must return to the palace to inherit the throne." Shirley gathered her daughters behind her, slowly drew her sword, and smiled particularly gently: "The throne, right?" "Come, ask me about this sword first."