In the year 12,000, in the castle of the royal family of the Southern Country, a princess was born.
Her name was Coco. She was sixteen that year, a high school student, and a moment before all of this she had been saving a kitten when the accident happened. When she woke, she had become a newborn baby.
At that moment the baby was being carried in a maid's arms to meet the king. Seeing his shaking hands and his cold attitude, she knew something bad was coming.
Then the king opened his mouth, his eyes full of extreme disgust.
"It's a girl."
The princess was very confused when she heard this. What was wrong with being a girl?
Behind the king stood countless officials. All those people would decide the fate of this little princess. Dr. Bowen said that the royal family had given birth to three princesses in a row, and he feared something unlucky might happen. Even the national teacher reported to the king that, for the fate of the country, they could not keep this princess. The royal family of the Southern Country kept giving birth to princesses, and the officials were all afraid it would affect the fortune of the country.
The little princess's face was now full of confusion as she listened to the suffocating words of the adults.
Finally that king made his decision. He wanted his newborn daughter to drown.
The maid held the princess in her arms. Though unwilling, she had to carry out the order. The little princess still could not believe she was so unlucky — transmigrating back to become a princess, and about to be killed by her own father.
The princess looked at the basin of water before her, and she began to tremble. The baby struggled violently, screaming in a baby-like voice, cursing.
"The king is scum! He wants to kill even his own daughter!"
Thanks to that, the maid — not expecting the baby to be able to speak — was startled and let go of her hand. The princess fell, splat, into the tub of water.
The baby became even more panicked, crying and thrashing about violently. That scumbag king was also shocked, and turned back, not expecting his newborn daughter to already know how to speak. Those officials also changed their minds, praising the tiny princess for being able to speak as a sign of genius.
The princess had now sunk to the bottom of the tub, her eyes still hopeful that someone would save her. A hand reached down and pulled the baby up from the gate of death.
That scumbag king flipped the little princess over in his hands, saying that if she really was a genius, he would keep her. He told that maid to test the baby's IQ in three months. Then he coldly threw his daughter to the maid, saying that if she did not get enough points, he would let her drown again later.
The princess cried loudly in the maid's arms. This country was truly too terrifying.
That scowling, difficult-to-please man was still extremely misogynistic. Seeing his daughter cry, he thought that women really were troublesome — all they knew was crying, and nothing else. She did not know if this tyrant king had ever even had a mother, or if he thought he had sprouted from a rock.
At the same time, in a corner of the luxurious palace, Queen Lily, just twenty-three years old, was sobbing as she looked at her newborn daughter.
The princess knew this was her mother. Though she had just given birth and was so tired she could not stand up, ever since she had learned that her rotten husband wanted to drown the child, this mother had been crying for eight hours straight. She had cried so much that the princess was annoyed and could not sleep.
But the empress went to her daughter's side, sobbing mournfully.
"My poor daughter."
The little princess turned her back to her mother, silently retorting: no, I'm not pitiful. I think you're more pitiful. As the queen of a country, going through childbirth, only for your own husband not even to come and see the baby. Truly pitiful.
The empress now sobbed, saying that if it was a boy, it would be so much better.
The princess was very angry, not understanding why this country had such extreme gender discrimination.
At this time the mother's shaking hands reached toward the princess. "The daughters of royalty have never had good fates. Born only to not live, and if allowed to live, still unable to live in peace."
The princess was starting to sense something. Indeed, that was what her mother wanted — instead of letting the king drown her daughter in three months, she might as well do it first.
The princess was choked to the point of sobbing, her throat squeezed shut by her own mother. The empress was also struggling, asking her daughter not to blame her, saying she was doing this for her own good.
The princess was furious. Not blaming her would be strange. She had thought it was bad enough that her father was crazy — but who knew her mother was even crazier? Only eight hours into her life, not even one nap yet, and the empress wanted to strangle her to death.
Still, at the most critical, dramatic moment, the scowling king strode in and asked his wife what she was doing.
At this the princess was finally rescued, crawling painfully in the crib, gasping for breath, while Empress Lily stuttered, unable to explain properly. Seeing her unable to say a coherent sentence, the king impatiently told her he did not care what she wanted to do, nor did he want to know. He then used some magic or power to lift the princess up, saying that was his daughter. The dictator said that besides him, no one was allowed to kill the princess.
The princess was so frightened. She had thought her father had good intentions, not knowing he had saved her because he wanted to kill her himself.
His eyes were bloodshot red. He growled, asking the empress if she understood.
The empress stuttered and trembled, saying she understood. She then knelt down, saying that no matter what, she was grateful the king had come to visit. Looking weak, she sat down on the cold floor, shaking, thanking him for coming despite being so busy.
Seeing this, the princess was extremely angry. She silently cursed her father as a bastard. Seeing his wife so weak, and yet not going to help her up.
On the contrary, the king was extremely disgusted, his face purple with anger, telling the empress to stop being so sentimental. After saying so, he grabbed the princess's leg, saying he had come to settle scores with this brat.
Hearing this, the princess did not understand. She was still a baby — what was there to settle? Moreover, she extremely disliked the way this king lifted her up.
The petty father was now accusing the princess: yesterday, in the grand hall, in front of hundreds of people, she had dared to call him a dog.
Hearing this, the empress was very frightened. She could not believe her ears, while the princess giggled gleefully that her father had taken eighteen hours just to realize she had scolded him. Ah, you fool.
Seeing the baby laugh so cheerfully, the king was even more certain he was right. He saw that she not only understood adults' conversations, but also knew how to curse her father.
The empress spoke up to defend her daughter, saying the princess was born less than a day ago — how could she curse him?
The king looked at her with bulging eyes, asking if she meant his judgment was wrong. The empress immediately cowered in fear, kneeling on the ground, saying she did not mean that at all; rather, she meant that if the king wanted to execute the child, he should just let her do it, rather than torturing the baby.
At this time the king sneered, asking who had said he wanted to kill the princess.
The empress raised her head, already wounded on the forehead from kneeling too enthusiastically, her eyes filled with suspicion, and asked what he had come for. The princess also immediately showed displeasure, wondering what his intentions were.
That scumbag tyrant king smiled at his daughter, saying he had come to name her.