The day His Majesty bestowed a marriage upon me, my entire household wept like we were holding a funeral.
Mainly because I was a woman disguised as a man attending court, and even my Adam’s apple was drawn on.
There was no way I could make the princess happy!
But the princess who bowed with me to Heaven and Earth was a full head taller than I was.
Tentatively, I reached toward a place I really should not be touching.
In a rough voice, the princess confirmed, “Yes, I have a peepee.”
I entered the palace to plead guilty, but His Majesty said that spending one son to make four generations of my family work loyally for him was an excellent bargain. Me: ?