My aunt is the queen and the biological mother of the prince, my father is the prime minister of the dynasty, my mother is the legitimate daughter of a military commander, and my three brothers are both civil and military, guarding one side.
I am the most delicate and only daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. No one in this world will be happier than me, right?
I was really happy, very happy, until I met him...
Many people want me to be happy, but it's so difficult!
Maybe I was born with too much, so I don't have the right to be happy...
Purpose: When family hatred, national hatred conflicts with self-love, how can the people involved in it be freed?