“All of the capital is betting: which wall will the princess consort climb over today?”
I, Su Miaomiao, am the most unconventional princess consort in all of Dajing.
On my wedding day, I climbed over a wall to escape. I opened a hot pot restaurant in Jiangnan, went to Miaojiang to practice medicine as a wandering doctor, and eventually built a hot-air balloon because I wanted to take to the skies.
Everyone says I'm asking for trouble.
Only Prince Jing, who pursued me for three thousand miles, stood beneath the wall with his arms open when I climbed it for the 108th time.
“My beloved consort, this time I brought your favorite spicy rabbit heads.”
“Jump down. I'll catch you.”
Only later did I learn that every wall I climbed had secretly been padded with cotton by him.
Every road I took to escape had its brambles cleared in advance by him.
“Why do you indulge my mischief?”
He tied my cloak for me, a smile in his eyes.
“These palace walls can't trap you.”
“But at least, whenever you look back...”
“You'll see me right behind you.”
