Help! The Mad Crown Prince Can Read Minds

On the surface, I'm the most lowly daughter of a disgraced official in the Eastern Palace, frail and helpless.

In reality, I'm a future rich woman planning to dig a tunnel and escape, with every intention of keeping a male model.

But I never expected that the fiendish Crown Prince could hear my thoughts!

When he points his sword at me, I think: [Come on! Let's die together! Before I die, I'll tear your pants right off!]

He lowers his sword. (Smirks.)

When he throws me into the Cold Palace, I think: [Amazing! This dump is the perfect place to break out of prison!]

He assigns eight bodyguards to “protect” me around the clock. (Smiles.)

When he leans his face toward mine, I think: [Aaaah! Good looks are my downfall! This jerk is actually pretty handsome...]

His ears turn red. (Clears his throat.)

Later, the entire Eastern Palace thinks I'm showered with every kind of favor.

Only I know the truth: I'm His Highness the Crown Prince's personal, nonstop, twenty-four-hour stand-up comedian.

Pei Lin: “What's today's show? Insulting me or keeping a male model? Hurry up, I'm waiting for something to eat with.”

Me: (Utterly resigned to my fate.)