Your Excellency is interested in finding a match for your young lady recently.
During the day, when I talked about the young lady's marriage, I only congratulated her in a clumsy way on finding a good husband.
The young lady turned around leisurely, touched my cheek with her warm palm, and said, "But I don't want a good husband. I want to marry you and be safe."
The next day I overheard the conversation between the Prime Minister and the young lady.
"But mother, I have someone I like."
The voice was low but firm, "Even if it's a fake marriage, I don't want it. What's more, mother, after pretending for so long, have you even forgotten? I am your son."
I suddenly froze, as if struck by lightning. It turned out that I was not "Miss", but "Master".
Intention: hard work