Cool and crazy, the eldest lady of the prime minister's house pretends to have a leg problem
I am the most generous of the Ninth Emperor's daughters. On the night of my marriage, I kissed the cold and distant crippled young lady of the prime minister's house in public.
I wanted to run away after the kiss, but I'm not responsible anyway.
Unexpectedly, her people cornered me in a restaurant and kidnapped me directly into the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Your Highness kissed me and you want to run away?" She was sitting in a wheelchair, her eyes were red and her voice was still cold.
I said confidently: "It's impulsive and irresponsible."
She didn't say anything, just looked at me.
Later I discovered that her leg problems were fake.
That night, she stood up and pushed me down on the bed.
"Your Highness is not responsible," she said into my ear, her voice hoarse, "It doesn't matter, I am responsible."
Concept: secret love, contrast