On the night of my imperial wedding, I was figuring out how to humor the foolish prince.
A cool female voice suddenly spoke inside me: “First, he’s pretending to be stupid. Second, there’s a poisoned dagger in his sleeve. Third, ”
“W-wait!” I cried out in my mind, startled. “Are you the original owner? You’re not dead?”
The voice replied faintly, “Mm. So can you take the hairpin away from his throat now?”
“What if he really is a bad guy?” I stubbornly refused.
The next second, my right hand moved against my will to gently caress the prince’s cheek, and I cooed, “Husband~”
The dagger clattered from the prince’s hand.
