I'm a Useless Crown Princess. All I Do Is Tattle. - A. Introduction
My aunt was ruthless. She killed every male in the imperial family, then crowned herself Empress.
I was the only girl.
Slow in the head and obedient by nature, I was kept alive to carry on the family line.
When I turned eighteen, four princes from the four corners of the realm, none of them of imperial blood, sent their sons to the capital to compete for my hand.
Aunt waved a hand and told me to take my pick.
I chose the prettiest one.
He was all moonlight and gentle grace, with a red mole at the corner of his eye that could bewitch a woman.
On our wedding night, the red candles burned until dawn.
He held me in his arms, his voice coaxing.
“That tyrant climbed over the bodies of your father and brothers to claim the throne. Does Your Highness truly feel no resentment?”
“If you are willing, I will help you set things right…”
I kicked him out of bed, my eyes round with outrage.
Who did this idiot think he was, trying to come between me and my aunt?
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