I packed my things in the middle of the night and prepared to run, but the prince cornered me against a wall.
I squeezed my eyes shut and waited to die, but instead he shoved the authority to manage the entire manor into my hands:
“Stop pretending to be a princess. I like you just the way you are, rough around the edges.”
What? The plot is all wrong!
I only wanted to lie flat, coast for three months, get paid, and run away,
but he insists on dragging me into fighting concubines, taking down vicious servants, and crushing corrupt officials at court?
Help! I’m just a lazy little wanderer whose master sold her off. I don’t want to become empress!
