Marriage first, love later # # #
The sick and frail girl who had been kept away by the royal family for many years was forced to marry the romantic and frivolous Ninth Prince.
He dislikes me for being dull, and I dislike him for being ridiculous. They are a perfect match.
Until I put on men's clothes to save my sister, and became the "jade-faced confidant" he most wanted to make when he wandered around the brothel.
He drank wine and chatted happily with me, talking freely about old dreams in the world.
But he sneered at the other and ridiculed the puppet beauty.
Later, I blocked a fatal sword blow for him and my identity was exposed.
His eyes were red, he was holding my hand tightly in front of the hospital bed, his voice was hoarse and trembling:
"The rain at Peach Blossom Crossing, I have been waiting for you for seven whole hours."
"This time... You can't lie to me again."
