Jiang Tea Tea, a Green Tea Tree Spirit, wants nothing more than to prove her worth and share the blessings of green tea with the entire Demon Realm. Yet one moment of carelessness changes everything: she slips into a river for a simple bath and, absurdly, ends up drowning.
When she opens her eyes again, she has become a universal joke. She is a daughter without a father’s affection, a mother’s afterthought, an eyesore to her elder brother, and a disgrace in the eyes of her younger sister. The so-called True Daughter wants to beat her, the fiancé kicks her aside in disgust, and with no supernatural abilities to her name, she is treated as a worthless offering: a Fake Daughter, a disposable cabbage in the family garden.
As a Green Tea Tree Spirit, Jiang Tea Tea could have swallowed the humiliation of dying in bathwater. But being passed around like an object, given away as if she were nothing at all, is a different matter entirely. [She could endure a great deal, but even a tree had its limits.]
Driven past her breaking point, she fights back. In a moment of reckless defiance, she ends up sharing a bed with a stranger.
One impulsive night later, she discovers she is pregnant.
Staring at her belly in disbelief, Jiang Tea Tea can only ask, “What is going on?” How could a Green Tea Tree Spirit who once lived a simple, quiet life now be carrying a child—a little tea sapling, a Little Cub—growing inside her?
At the same time, the Golden Dragon Clan of the Imperial Royal Family faces extinction. Their bloodline is on the verge of collapse: only a solitary uncle and his young nephew remain. The uncle, the notorious Regent, is a 150-year-old “unmarried madman,” while the nephew is a seventeen-year-old adolescent who still wakes in the night craving milk.
The rest of the Dragon Race is already waiting for the Golden Dragons to die out so they can seize the throne. None of them expects the impossible: that this dwindling line will suddenly produce a child.
The appearance of the Little Cub, bearing an unmistakable royal aura, sends shockwaves through the realm. The entire Dragon Race trembles, and even the other races instinctively bow under its pressure.
There is, however, one crucial problem. The Little Cub’s aura flickers in and out of existence, leaving only traces behind. The Regent knows a child of his bloodline exists somewhere in the world, but he cannot find the Little Cub—or the mysterious mother who carries it.