She returns with her child and stirs up a storm throughout the court, yet she wears an innocent smile, calm and carefree.
Meanwhile, he is busy guarding her secret identity, using every trick in the book to drive away the admirers swarming around her.
“My princess consort doesn't know medicine. Her hands are only good for embroidery...”
“My princess consort doesn't know martial arts. She's delicate and soft, so easy to sweep off her feet...”
“My princess consort doesn't know poison. She's gentle and kind, so lovable...”
“My princess consort...”
Everyone glares at him. “Your Highness, do you seriously have no idea what kind of person your princess consort is?”
