On the day I was abandoned by the aristocratic family, I burned down my ancestral home with my own hands.
"One day, you will kneel down and beg me to come back." Three years later, I returned with business contracts for the twelve border cities.
My fiancé, who once despised me, is now holding my horse at the city gate.
He asked with red eyes: "Can you give me another chance?" I stroked the prince's chin in my arms and chuckled:
"It's too late, now even your father has to kneel down to talk to me."
