Entangled Springtime

Mo Lingzheng had just transmigrated when she committed a grave sin—she slept with the mysterious Prince Anren.

Afterward, Prince Anren sent someone to deliver a five-or-six-year-old child to her. Looking at the child, who was the spitting image of Prince Anren, Mo Lingzheng’s face darkened. “Is he asking me to raise his son for him?”

She accepted being subservient and ens*aved; she resigned herself to it. After all, she was the one who had been wicked enough to ravish the child’s father! But just as she was becoming increasingly adept at her life as a nanny, one night, the child she was holding in her arms suddenly transformed into a tall, robust adult man. He nipped her ear and whispered, “Woman, it’s time to pay your debt!”