At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet at the Heir Apparent's residence, someone presented Meng Yanche with a dancer right in front of me.
For a moment, Meng Yanche's usually indifferent face showed surprise.
The dancer looked a lot like his deceased beloved.
Meng Yanche rarely joked as he said,
"You have some nerve, trying to foist a woman on me in front of my wife."
The man laughed and said,
"Everyone knows the Heir Apparent's consort is virtuous and gracious. She won't make a fuss over such a little thing."
It was true that I wouldn't make a fuss. They had counted on that.
A princess whose birth mother was a lowly foot-washing maid should be grateful just to marry the Heir Apparent. How could she dare question him?
But suddenly, I felt a little tired.
Watching Meng Yanche smile at the dancer in the distance, I felt I could no longer keep up appearances at the Heir Apparent's residence.
