Chapter 6

When the maid carried me into Shengchen Hall (Hall of Sacred Morn), Chu Ye was wrapped in a fox fur cloak, reviewing memorials.

It was deep winter, and the underfloor heating made the hall warm. The maid placed me on a fluffy carpet and bowed before leaving.

Chu Ye kept his head down, focused on the memorials, not sparing me a single glance.

I sat on the carpet and looked around. The hall was magnificently decorated with carved dragons and painted phoenixes. I was thrilled.

I immediately decided…

[“I’m living here.”]

The system mocked me relentlessly. [“In your dreams.”]

You have no idea about the abilities of a transmigrator with a 100% success rate.

I started crawling laboriously towards Chu Ye.

“Mama! Mama, mama…”

Chu Ye didn’t even lift his eyelids. My little hands grabbed onto his leg, and I struggled to climb into his lap.

Just as I pretended to be about to fall, a large hand caught me.

“Mama!!”

Chu Ye picked me up.

“You still remember who I am, hmm?”

I chanted “Mama~” “Mama~” over and over, chattering excitedly.

A calloused fingertip gently pinched my cheek.

A slight curve appeared on Chu Ye’s lips. “Then why were you calling someone else mama? You ungrateful little thing.”

But the moment he held me, my mouth latched onto his chest through his clothes.

Chu Ye: …

After two months, I was once again drinking the tyrant’s milk.

Then I fell asleep contentedly on the imperial dragon bed.

Of course, when I woke up, I was still in Shengchen Hall. Chu Ye even created a formal title for me.

He announced that my “birth mother” had died in the detached palace right after giving birth.

For a time, rumors swirled. Court officials and concubines tried every means to find out the identity of the “princess’s birth mother,” but to no avail.

Princess Chu Yue, who had been fawned over just two months prior, fell out of favor overnight.

A bastard child born to some unknown wild woman had moved into Shengchen Hall and was being raised personally by His Majesty.

The rumors started in the morning, and the people spreading them were gone by the afternoon.

How could Chu Ye tolerate that? He was my “birth mother”!

Every single accusation was a direct insult to him.

So, people started saying I was the daughter of Chu Ye’s long-lost true love, born at the cost of her life.

I found it hilarious. Even if I were born to his true love, he would never treat me this well.

Besides, it was obvious Chu Ye only loved himself.

And so, I settled comfortably into Shengchen Hall. During the day, whenever I was hungry, I’d crawl into Chu Ye’s lap to nurse.

After nursing, I’d crawl all around Shengchen Hall, contentedly inspecting my “territory.” When I was tired, I’d sleep.

The first night, Chu Ye rolled over and nearly crushed me.

So, my fragile self was moved into a crib. Goodbye, dragon bed!

Good heavens, the moment I moved in, I knew this would be my future home!

The palace attendants privately remarked that Chu Ye’s temper had improved significantly.

They said he had recently granted leave to an official whose wife was pregnant, along with many rewards, telling him to go home and take care of her.

The concubines in the palace who had been pregnant and given birth were all promoted and generously rewarded.

Everyone whispered that His Majesty was finally acting like a human being.

As a result, the attendants serving me and the ministers fawning over me became even more dedicated.

My first birthday celebration was a grand affair. Birds sang in the sky, and envoys from all nations came to offer congratulations.

During the zhuazhou (a tradition where a baby chooses from a variety of items to predict their future), I was placed on a red carpet, surrounded by all sorts of objects.

Every member of the imperial family and high-ranking officials had presented a gift for the ceremony.

The Grand Princess’s comment, “The princess is as lovely as jade and snow, resembling His Majesty in his youth,” made Chu Ye grin from ear to ear.

The old eunuch who had watched him grow up also often said that I looked just like him as a child.

Having inherited Chu Ye’s looks, who wouldn’t sincerely praise my cuteness upon seeing me?

Lost in the chorus of praise for me, Chu Ye even put down the Imperial Jade Seal!

The others were stunned, as if they had never seen such a valuable item used for a zhuazhou.

My eyes widened.

[“Mandated by Heaven, May it be Long and Prosperous-my DNA has awakened! Heavens, that is my imperial seal!”]

[System: “Wait, Host! Our main quest is to be pampered by everyone and win the hearts of the six male leads, to live a life loved by all!”]

(System has been removed from the chat.)

I excitedly crawled a few steps toward the jade seal, then suddenly paused.

Wait.

The jade seal was just a cold, lifeless symbol of the throne. Just getting it wasn’t enough.

So, I changed direction. Amid the cheerful encouragement from the crowd…

I scrambled towards Chu Ye-!

And hugged power itself.

Chu Ye was stunned for a moment, then a smile unknowingly spread across his face.

He lifted me high into the air-

I received the name personally bestowed by the emperor, a character I had once seen him write on his desk.

“Chen.”

He granted me the title of princess and a fiefdom of three thousand households.

But what made everyone’s expression change was the name “Chu Chen.”

The North Star is called chen, a metaphor for the monarch, symbolizing imperial power.

If a prince were given the name Chen, it would be a clear sign to them that he was the emperor’s intended heir.

Fortunately, I was a princess, so no matter how excessively he doted on me, they wouldn’t truly be wary of me.

But what can you do-I want the throne, too.