When I was seventeen years old, I was hit by a huge pie, and His Majesty granted me a marriage to his beloved grandson. But I didn't expect that this was not a pie at all but a big stone. My grandson didn't like me at all. He didn't resist the marriage proposal just because I had eyes similar to his beloved. In his heart, he only had the Mongolian princess who was used by him and his grandfather. What's more, he didn't expect that the princess actually reorganized the army to come for revenge and kidnapped me to threaten the grandson. From this, I learned about the love and hatred between them.
Intention: Isn't it just a certain person who has lost his loved one?