A Noble Lady Won’t Become a Prince’s Consort

In three months, I was to become the Third Prince’s consort. The Third Prince invited me on a spring outing, but a frail young woman carrying a child stopped him in the middle of the street. Tears glistening in her eyes, she threw herself into his arms and said tenderly, “My lord, my child and I have been searching for you for so long.” Everyone was waiting to see how I’d deal with my fiancé’s admirer. Watching her cry as if she were about to faint, I thought, You’ve got to be kidding me. I pinched my thigh, burst into tears, clutched my chest, and sobbed uncontrollably. “I want the emperor to hear my case!” Then I promptly fainted in the middle of the street...