I'm the young master of the Imperial Salt Commissioner’s family, but when the battle for the throne broke out, my father backed the wrong side, and our whole family was arrested and stripped of everything. I nearly became the Ninth Prince's stand-in for his beloved, too.
Crying, I told the young male pet I'd taken in and raised, “You should leave. If you stay with me, you'll be eating plain porridge with no pickles, and all you'll get of the pastries is the crumbs. When you're hungry at night, you'll have to drink water to fill your stomach.”
But I never expected that, just so I could have pickles with my porridge and the filling from the pastries, my little pet would seize power and take the throne!
I want to say, I'm really not a femme fatale. I just want to eat my fill!
