My very first day in the palace scared the hell out of me.
Did everyone here have a thing for pigs?
The emperor was fat enough to be sent to slaughter, yet these women were desperately in love with him, practically beating each other bloody for a chance to sleep with him.
Afraid he might eat me in the middle of the night, I pleaded illness to avoid his attentions.
That was how I met the other women in the palace who stayed out of the competition.
They didn’t like the emperor.
Their hearts belonged to the Third Prince, whom they praised as a gentleman without equal.
Then I spotted an alien at a palace banquet, and they insisted he was the Third Prince.
The guy’s face was an equilateral triangle.
Certainly no one else like him in the world.
I’d planned to keep my head down in the palace for the rest of my life.
But one day, as I strolled by the lotus pond, the emperor smiled at me with his fat pig face.
“I’m the Third Prince.
May I ask which palace you belong to, my lady?”
Your Majesty, do you take me for an idiot?
