When I was seventeen, I begged the emperor to marry me to the fifty-eight-year-old emperor of an enemy country.
The maid was sobbing and sobbing while dressing me up.
I smiled and patted her hand and asked, "Danju, does this wedding dress look good on me?"
She sobbed softly, "Princess, you are wearing so little, I'm afraid you will catch a cold again."
I was stunned for a moment and thought to myself: From now on, I will never catch a cold again.
Purpose: Remember history
