Dressed as the legitimate daughter of a general, the system asked me to conquer the disabled prince, otherwise I would die suddenly.
Okay, the strategy is strategy.
The prince is physically disabled but strong-willed? I dismantled his wheelchair and used it for firewood.
The prince sent a rare gem? Just in time to press my pickled sauerkraut.
The whole capital laughed at me as a prodigal, waiting to see me divorced.
Until the prince who was rumored to be less than thirty years old not only survived, but also demolished the palace with his sword.
He held the broken jar full of pickled cabbage soup tightly in his arms, and asked me with red eyes: "Do you dare me to try it?"
