I just wanted to lie down, but I was targeted by the cold prince.
Others competed for my favor in growing vegetables, but he surrounded my vegetable garden with a golden fence with a cold face: "Only I, the king, can pick my favorite concubine's vegetables."
Others competed with me over barbecue, so he moved in the royal grill overnight: "If it's burnt, I must taste it first."
Until I unexpectedly became pregnant, so I packed up and ran away in panic.
As soon as she climbed over the wall, she fell into his warm embrace.
Feeling aggrieved and angry, the prince gritted his teeth and said, "The way you run with the ball must be approved by me first!"
