I dressed up as the cannon fodder prince who dislikes the fat princess in the ancient saying.
The original owner ridiculed her because of her body shape, and abandoned her on the wedding day to become the laughingstock of the capital.
After time travel, I immediately changed my strategy and sent delicious food every day in an attempt to soften the relationship.
Unexpectedly, the princess was enjoying her meal, but she picked the secret guard I had carefully trained to be the cook.
Give her a hard-earned horse, and she will switch to a three-month unlimited barbecue package.
I gritted my teeth and insisted on my pampering plan, but she moved a chair to watch me do my morning exercises: "Your Majesty, you look better when you are sweating."
Until one night she walked into my study and slapped my greasy elbow on my memorial:
"Stop pretending, I know you're wearing it too—"
"Tell me, which one is better, McDonald's or KFC?"
