Until midnight, the prince did not return to the invasion palace! So she knew clearly that he must have decided to freeze her again like he did a few days ago!
Did she make him angry? Did she do something wrong?
After thinking about it, she had an instinctive resistance to the touch of his left hand during dinner... Maybe it was this incident that made him unhappy.
With her bright eyes open, she looked around intently... No matter how bright her dark eyes were, they were made hollow and sleepy by the boring four walls in front of her...!
Ah, I really want to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion and just take a look at her father. If her father is indeed fine, she can feel relieved.
But that is just a dream, a wishful thinking! It is a sensitive moment in the royal city now, and the entry and exit of all personnel are restricted, let alone her, the Crown Princess. The identity of the Crown Princess sounds nice, but in fact, it is a bit unfair to hang it on her.
Who told her that she was not a noble-born girl from the Deep Sea Palace who was destined to match the prince?
Although the maids and guards in the palace were respectful to her, she definitely felt that they looked at her with contempt! Look down on her! That's how it felt.
Oh, screw it!
She is the princess consecrated by the old king's decree. So what if she is not from the Deep Sea Palace? But what's the use of thinking here? Even her husband intends to beat her into the cold palace. If her father really
If she commits some unforgivable heinous crime, I'm afraid she will be executed on the guillotine immediately without even saying a word.
She is not afraid of death! She just hopes to see her father before she dies
Thinking of this, anyway, she felt that she could not escape "death". In this case, why should she care about the palace rules?
Get up immediately and write a letter! Since you can't escape from this iron cage, then think of a way to have someone write a letter to dad. Is that okay?
With a fierce wave of her delicate hand, she finished writing the long letter of greetings in a few seconds, and then she realized that there was no one she could trust for her messenger to listen to her.