She was a cat that was brought back to the palace. She had a bad temper and a biting mouth, but she loved the medium-rare snow cat he baked.
He was a cold-faced prince under one person, obsessive about cleanliness and controlling order, but he allowed her to sleep on the master bed, break into the study, and tear up the wedding invitation.
"My lord! Your cat ran away and took your jade pendant in its mouth!"
"It doesn't matter," he picked up the pen to criticize the book, but there was a smile in his eyes, "She will always come back - after all, I am the only one in the city who will stab her."
It wasn't until she turned drunk that night and lay naked on his bed that he panicked: "A Miao, don't run away this time..."
And she touched her round belly and muttered proudly: "I won't run anymore, I can't run with my cub anymore."
