The crown prince married a frail, sickly man as his consort, and the whole capital was waiting for the Eastern Palace to become a laughingstock.
Who could have guessed that the beautiful, ailing Crown Princess would spend her entire dowry building a theater? Today she staged Empresses in the Palace, tomorrow Nirvana in Fire, and all the while she quietly turned court secrets into hit comedy sketches.
The crown prince himself came backstage to inspect things, leisurely opening a new script. “My consort, is the next play hinting at corruption in the Ministry of Revenue?”
Bai Luo swung her ledger and smiled slyly. “Your Highness, this one’s called A Storm Against Corruption. You invest five thousand taels, and I’ll make Minister Wang lose sleep tonight.”
The capital’s gossip-loving crowds: What happened to that frail little flower we were promised? These two are clearly teaming up to stir up trouble!
Come on, come on [air kiss] [air kiss] [air kiss] [air kiss] [air kiss] [air kiss]