I am the unloved legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister.
No one knows that His Royal Highness comes to my yard every night.
Finally one day, I became pregnant, and I held the prince's hand and begged him to give me a title.
The prince's hand touching my back stopped and said, "Your sister is just pregnant, and I don't want her to be irritated."
I paused. They said that the prince regarded his sister as the apple of his eye. It was indeed not a rumor.
A month later, my father asked me: "The emperor is seriously ill, and I have decided to let you enter the palace to celebrate the occasion. Are you willing?"
After a long silence, I nodded: "Yes."
