Summary
On the day I was reborn into the Imperial Kitchen, I happened to see the Deposed Crown Prince climbing through the window to steal Osmanthus Cake. Floating above his head in bright, shimmering letters were the words “Sinister Villain,” and in my previous life, I had died on the very night of his enthronement. To avoid becoming a sacrificial burial offering this time around, I began secretly feeding him: Almond Crisps when he was scolded, Pear Syrup Candy when he was injured. This continued until the New Emperor ascended the throne, pinned me against the palace wall, and demanded in a low voice, “Jiang Tang, you’ve approached me across two lifetimes now. What exactly are you after?”