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Princess Fujia, who was living among the people, took away everything from me after she returned to the palace. All the women in the palace followed the rules, but she was the one who was free and lively. Everyone prefers Fujia, even Fu Qingchen, who taught me poetry and calligraphy since childhood, is not exempt from this custom. During the Flower Festival, the princesses presented poems, and her casual limericks were praised by him as the first prize with a smile. But I carefully considered every word of the poem and spent the whole night deliberating on it, and all I got from him was that one sentence was too dull. Not to mention, she hanged my raccoon slave and pushed me into an icy lake. Everyone said that Princess Shuhe was gentle and polite, and would not cry or make trouble. Fu Qingchen thought so too. But he doesn't know. The night I fell into the water, I knelt in front of my father's steps, soaked to the skin. At that time, he was worried that the Third Emperor's sister, who was supposed to be engaged to the General's Mansion, was too sick to get out of bed. So, as the candle shadow flickered, I spoke softly: "My daughter would like to marry General Yan Duo to share the worries of my father."