After Losing My Memory, the Princes of the Enemy Country Started Fighting for Me.

I am the most useless subjugated princess in history. On the day when the enemy invaded the city, I lost my temper because the corners of my skirt were stained with mud. It wasn't until the iron cavalry crushed the glazed tiles that I knew what true embarrassment was. When I woke up again, I forgot who I was. He would just hold the general's cuff softly and say, "Brother, I'm hungry." He cooked porridge for me with his own hands, and the enemy prince plucked the moon for me. They all begged me with red eyes: "Don't think about it again." But when I touched the blood-stained hosta under the pillow—— Memories came flooding back. It turns out that I personally fed the poisoned wine to my father on the city tower.