No, She Can't Die Yet - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I was a princess raised in the cold palace.

It wasn’t until the year I turned six that I finally met my father.

The sedan chair sent to fetch me was waiting outside. The palace attendants who had raised me sighed as they helped me change my clothes.

“Little Highness, once you return to the palace… sigh.”

I knew what they were worried about.

The father I had never met was a Tyrant.

He suffered from splitting headaches.

Whenever one struck, it didn’t matter whether someone was good or bad, loyal or treacherous. If he could remember their name, he would have them all beheaded for entertainment.

On top of that, I knew a few things they didn’t.

For example, the world I lived in was actually a book.

And my father was the main villain.

I secretly watched the little lines of text floating in front of me.

[It’s here, it’s here! The turning point of the entire book is here!]

[My poor baby girl. She still has no idea the maid who’s been with her day and night has been swapped out by the bad guys, does she?]

[Aaaah, baby girl, hurry up and take those clothes off! This person hid a poisoned needle in your collar! Once the sedan chair jolts, the needle will pierce your skin and you’ll croak on the spot!]

[And the villain, too. The Little Princess could have awakened a bit of humanity in him, but unfortunately, she gets poisoned to death before they even meet. From then on, he goes completely off the deep end, and in less than a year, the male lead overthrows him.]

I couldn’t help shivering.

No way. I didn’t want to get snuffed out yet!

When I came back to my senses, the palace attendant was smoothing the wrinkles from my collar.

“…Once you return to the palace, you must listen to His Majesty. Don’t talk back to him.”

“Little Highness has such a soft heart. Everyone who meets you likes you. His Majesty will be no exception.”

I looked at her and, copying her, let out a sigh too.

Then I quietly removed a needle from my collar. Using the chance to hug her, I quietly stuck it into the back of her neck.

“Auntie Zhou, I’ll miss you.”

I said it very quietly.

That’s right. This was my one flaw. My heart was just too soft.

Chapter 2

I was a softhearted princess.

The moment I saw my father, my heart ached for the man.

Never mind that he sat upon the supreme throne. His health had to be terrible.

He was seated in a chair, one hand propping up his head while the other tapped lightly on the desk. Just like that, he calmly watched me climb over a threshold nearly taller than my legs and huff and puff my way up to him.

His brows furrowed slightly. “You…”

[Oh my god! My baby girl actually survived the opening scene! I’m so looking forward to this father-daughter first meeting. What will our precious baby girl say to move this cruel old father?]

I cut him off without hesitation. “Are you a blind little shrimp?”

Dad: “?”

The floating comments: […?]

Me: “Or are your legs broken? Have you grown into that chair? You saw your daughter struggling to walk those few steps, and you didn’t even know to get up and come get her? What kind of father are you?”

He froze. Even the fingers tapping on the desk stopped moving.

The vast Imperial Study fell into dead silence. Outside the door, the eunuchs had already dropped to their knees.

I also felt the atmosphere had gotten a little stiff.

After all, this was the first time my own father and I had met. I shouldn’t make things so awkward.

Besides, I was a good person.

Good people should be magnanimous and take the first step back.

So I tipped my head up and gave him a bright smile.

“It’s fine, Daddy. I forgive you. Who told me to feel so sorry for you?”

“You feel sorry for me?”

“Mm-hm. You’re so busy with state affairs that it’s normal for you not to notice little details like these. Daddy, being emperor must be exhausting.”

His expression softened slightly. The fingers resting on the desk curled a little. After struggling with himself several times, he slowly reached out and stroked the top of my head in an unfamiliar, awkward gesture.

At just the right moment, I added the second half of my sentence.

“Pass the throne to me. I’m willing to bear this exhaustion in your place.”