Summary
“Congratulations, Your Majesty, it’s a little princess!” I was held upside down and received a slap on my bottom. The pain made me cry out, “Waah!” What’s going on? Wasn’t I burning the midnight oil, rushing to finish a proposal? How did I suddenly turn into a baby? I struggled to open my heavy eyelids. In my blurry vision, an old face full of wrinkles appeared. It was an old wet nurse in ancient clothing, swaddling me. “The Seventh Princess is truly beautiful, just like a spitting image of His Majesty.” The old wet nurse spoke words of flattery. Seventh Princess? His Majesty? Did I transmigrate? And into a newborn baby at that? “Another princess?” A low, cold male voice came from nearby.