The Fat Girl's Counterattack: the Prince Has a Unique Taste

As the fattest daughter in the capital, the whole city bet on me and my hairpin that I would not be able to get married that day. I was so angry that I vowed on the spot to lose weight like lightning, but ended up fainting from hunger by the soup pool. When I woke up, I found the poisonous prince lying on the bed next door with a broken leg. He was holding up my weight loss plan and reading aloud: "The first step is to kick your fiancé?" He suddenly turned to look at me: "What a coincidence, my leg is broken and you are a fat ball. Why don't we make do - hurt each other?" Later, I lost weight and became a beauty, his leg injury recovered, and the whole city bet that we would get married in three months. On the night of the wedding, he cornered me: "Madam, now it's time to execute the last step of the plan... Give birth to a baby?"