"Go ahead, don't let Zhao Xiujing get suspicious."
"... Yes."
Today is my wedding day, marrying the fifth prince Zhao Xiujing. He had been drunk outside. After returning to his room, he lay unconscious on the wedding bed covered with longans and red dates. It seems that Zhao Xiujing is not willing to marry me.
There I was, dressed in red, without even lifting my hijab, sitting on the wooden chair next to the bed.
Zhao Xiujing was unwilling to do so, and so was I.
He murmured in his sleep, cried and laughed, and kept saying "Xiao Huang".
Yes, he had always wanted to marry Chi Huang, the legitimate daughter of Prime Minister Chi.
But how could Chi Huang marry him? How could you marry the fifth prince who was born a concubine and whose father didn't care for you? Her origin and name determine the fate of her mother Yi Tianxia.
I'm different. I am the best candidate to marry the fifth prince - the best candidate to make the fifth prince give up Chi Huang completely and become a comfortable prince.
Intention: peace and love