His Highness the Crown Prince's Substitute Abandoned Concubine

>The night I was thrown into the enemy's military camp, my husband hugged his white moonlight and said, "She is just your substitute." >A year later, I returned as the princess of an enemy country. >At the palace banquet, he knelt down and cried bitterly, begging me to turn back. I smiled and tipped the wine glass over his head: >"Substitute? Are you worthy of being his substitute?"