“Today Lovely Beauty is giving birth, so all the imperial physicians have been ordered to wait on her. I have conveyed Princess’s illness to the steward of the Imperial Medical Bureau, and this is the medicine the steward prescribed for Princess.”

The woman clutched the silk handkerchief tightly in her hand. After a while, as if resigning herself to fate, she said, “Alright, alright, go decoct the medicine, and make some light porridge and dishes as well.”

The palace maid obeyed and left. The woman turned around and saw that the little girl on the bed was already awake, her big black eyes wide open, looking around curiously. The woman quickly put down the handkerchief, leaned over the bed, and picked her up.

Grace Baker only felt her body become light, a gentle fragrance from the woman enveloping her. Her own small, dry body was held in the woman’s arms, and everything felt unreal.

“Little Grace darling, is there anywhere else you feel unwell?”

Grace Baker shook her head sleepily. The woman carried her outside. In the courtyard, a palace maid was squatting under the osmanthus tree picking blossoms. The woman said, “When Little Grace gets better, mother will make your favorite osmanthus cakes for you, alright?”

Her view widened. She saw red walls and green tiles, a stone table in the courtyard, flying eaves and steep terraces in the distance, and a tower that seemed to reach the stars. In front of the courtyard gate stood a stone screen carved with bamboo, lotus, and the moon. There were two or three stone tables and chairs in the courtyard, and in the east and west corners stood large porcelain water jars. The house had four rooms, with scattered trees. The ancient-style courtyard was not luxurious, but rather cold and quiet.

Grace Baker turned to look at the woman. Given the situation, she managed to keep calm and asked, “What happened to me?”

A soft, childish voice, milky and tender.

The woman smiled gently and said, “Little Grace went to play at Linxing Pavilion this morning, accidentally fell into the water and caught a chill, but it’s nothing serious. You’ll be fine after taking the medicine.”

Grace Baker bit her tongue—ouch, it hurt.

Soon, the palace maid brought over a bowl of medicine. The woman fed her the medicine, then stuffed a piece of sweet preserved fruit into her mouth. The palace maid beside them smiled and said, “Princess is so good, she doesn’t cry or fuss when taking medicine.”

Grace Baker felt a headache and said softly, “I want to sleep.”

The woman kissed her cheek and carried her back to bed. Grace Baker closed her eyes and heard the woman instruct, “Tomorrow, take this pair of jade bracelets to Lovely Beauty to congratulate her on the birth of her child. I am still ill and afraid I might bring misfortune to Beauty, so I won’t visit her.”

“Yes, I will remember.”

Given the situation, even if Grace Baker was still confused, she now understood what was going on.

For a moment, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

But she had always been adaptable. After taking the medicine and sleeping for a while, she had fully accepted the reality. While she slept, the original memories of the little girl flooded into her mind.

A five-year-old girl didn’t know much.

She only knew that this place was the Great Lin Dynasty, her mother was Lady Violet, and she had an older brother two years her senior named Charles Baker. Her brother was different from normal people; others secretly called him a fool.

She was the fifth Princess of the Great Lin Dynasty, but she could count on one hand the number of times she had seen her father, the emperor.

In other words, her mother was not favored, and neither was she.

Yesterday, she was flying a kite outside. The string broke, and the kite landed at Linxing Pavilion. When the little girl chased after it, she ran into the third Princess Ethan Baker.

Ethan Baker actually didn’t care for her tattered kite, but she just liked to bully her. While they were fighting over the kite, the little girl was pushed into the water by Ethan Baker. After being rescued, she had a fever and fell into a coma.

When she woke up again, she was Grace Baker.

Using her knowledge as a top graduate student, she recalled that there was no such dynasty as the Great Lin in the five-thousand-year history.

Although this place didn’t seem impressive, thinking back to the car accident she had experienced, and looking at her now perfectly healthy little arms and legs, Grace Baker felt she had gotten a great deal.

The image of the little girl in her mind gradually faded.

Grace Baker said to her in her heart, “I am someone who distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. I will never take advantage of someone for nothing. Since I have come back to life in your body, if nothing else, I will definitely avenge your grievances.”

Then she thought of the vow she made before she died.

It seemed this was heaven giving her a chance to repent and start anew.

She would do good deeds and also seek revenge. But as the saying goes, a gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years. There was no rush; she needed to figure out her current situation first. She had watched palace dramas before—life in the harem was treacherous, so she had to be careful.

Outside, the sky was getting brighter. Lady Violet was relieved to find her fever had subsided and went out to instruct the maids to cook porridge. Grace Baker was lying in bed, contemplating her new life, when the door creaked open and a small figure crept in.

He walked to the bedside, half-squatted, and clung to the edge of the bed, calling, “Sister, sister.”

Grace Baker turned her head and saw a handsome little boy tilting his head and grinning foolishly at her.

It was her simple-minded brother, Charles Baker.

Charles Baker was the sixth among the princes. Although he was nominally the sixth prince, the fact that even palace maids and eunuchs dared to call him a fool in private showed that he was an abandoned prince.

It seemed the emperor’s dislike for Lady Violet was related to this as well.

For the Son of Heaven to have a foolish son was a stain on his life.

Charles Baker’s intelligence was probably stuck at the level of a three- or four-year-old. He could only say a few simple words. Seeing Grace Baker awake, he happily patted her head, “Sister is good, sister doesn’t hurt.”

Grace Baker found him rather adorable.