She is a princess, a princess who knows poison, but she doesn't want to be a princess. She doesn't want to be locked in a palace and scheming with a bunch of women. She wants to escape from the palace and yearn for the freedom of life in the world.
His foxy eyes narrowed, seductive; his peach-blossom eyes cast a glance, unparalleled elegance; she looked up at her little face as big as a palm, her eyes cunning and intelligent.
He said, you can't play the piano, recite poems, paint, or be an actress. A princess like you is simply not a princess. If it weren't for cooperation, I wouldn't marry you.
N years later, he said, although you can't play the piano, recite poetry, paint, be a prostitute, or know poison, I like you and you want to marry me!
He lied to her, played tricks on her, and even treated her like that! His face, which was more beautiful than a woman's, became cold and indifferent in front of others. He was excellent in martial arts, but let her poor martial arts go into battle, leaving her covered in injuries. But his peach-blossom eyes curved, and the corner of his mouth evoked a charming smile~~ He said, you are mine.