Little Ett's Villainous Son

The hidden gem of the Adiand Empire, which only few could know and see, the former Emperor's precious treasure and now became the schemer behind the scenes, has died at her son's hand. Even with its cage opened and freed, a bird would always return to its place. She assisted her son mercilessly to eradicate his enemies but was indifferent to him—all for the sake of duty and maintaining the bloodline of the royal family. "Even in the face of death, you still can't look at me. That expression of yours would never be mine." It was a dark novel in which the son died at the hands of the male lead, and even the female lead couldn't do anything to save the Emperor. She couldn't heal him. Her innocence, kindness, justice, and love, and the concern she portrayed were viewed as pure annoyance. The villainous Emperor was a tyrant through and through. Unsavable until death. "I'm a child?" Ett, who had read the novel, realized she had become the mother of the tyrant who nearly destroyed the world. "Hahaha!" The smile on her face faded as she shook her head lifelessly, staring at her window. You see, she is not your kind of transmigrator that is kind to children and would change her son's fate and behavior. She was worse. "I will continue scheming in the shadows, ensuring you'll have a smoother ruling. In exchange, let us not meet often." "Then I will hold the Silence Ceremony in the highest respect for all your hard work, Mother." This kid curses me to death before I should enter my coffin. A little massive red flag. He's mad. No, all of them are mad.