At the husband-selection banquet in Chang'an, a dozen of the least favored sons of aristocratic families stood with their heads bowed, waiting to be chosen. Only the thirteenth prince, Xiao Heng, has a relaxed attitude. After all, everyone knows that I have loved him for ten years. As the only daughter of the king of the opposite sex, I hold in my hand the sachet that determines whether he, the most unfavored prince, will keep it. If he doesn't get it, he will be sent to the Huns to become a hostage. But even though I had prepared the dowry and wedding room, he still ignored my pleading eyes and tied the sachet on the trembling illegitimate daughter's wrist in public. I looked at his shoulders and neck that suddenly relaxed and smiled silently. That's fine. Half a month later, at Yinshi, I personally sent his hostage driver out of the customs.
