I dressed up as the notoriously unruly princess in ancient legends. She was arrogant and domineering, raped the men of the people, and forced her to marry the chief minister of the dynasty.
But the power of the chief minister was overwhelming. After the wedding, he took off my hijab in public and said that my conduct was bad and I was worthy of spending the rest of my life in a side hospital.
I clapped my hands and applauded, then turned around and started playing money-burning games in the house. I was happy to be an actor, but not happy to tear down the east wall. I was as happy as a god.
I thought I could be a wealthy and idle person for the rest of my life, until that night when he was drunk and kicked open my courtyard door:
"You've almost demolished the princess' mansion. Will I be demolished next?"
I swung my glass and chuckled: "Sir, Chief Assistant, you are joking. Didn't we break up a long time ago?"
He was silent for a long time, then pressed me against the half-remaining screen wall: "Then we can start working together again, okay?"
"No." I pointed to the moon in the sky, "Now, I like cute and clingy little white rabbits."
The next day, the proton from the enemy country, who was famous for being as gentle as jade and whom I had teased in the street, knocked on the side door of the Princess Mansion with red eyes:
"Your Highness, do you think I'm good enough?"
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