When I was young, I found the Crown Princess and took her begging for three years.
Later, after she was retrieved, the Emperor recognized me as his adopted son.
Everyone assumed I would marry the Crown Princess.
But she became engaged to the Duke’s legitimate son.
On her birthday, she declared with a mocking smile in front of everyone: “How could someone of royal blood be matched with a beggar?”
I raised my cup and sincerely wished her a worry-free life, year after year.
She didn’t know yet that I had already accepted the imperial decree of a marriage alliance.
And from that year on, she would have no worries, and no Ziyou.