A Hopeless Romantic?! Never!

ddered with excruciating pain before

ed than three years ago. He was the emperor, but now his face was etche

ther for power, he was still the dearest to

to swallow the suffering, the grievances, and the pain I had experience

arrying Rhett, but it didn't

I said, crying as I tried to

things. Just tell me who hurt you

and my voice was hoa

ried. Now they had grown rough from cooking and washing. They

ntarily before he patte

ed him. She relied on her family's power to act tyrannically. She

ked on my words as I looked up at my father with a timid expression. I wa

sounded like I was defending Rhett, but my pitifu

s referring to Rhett. Everyone knew T

tt would hold a grand

riage at banquets, privately wary of the b

would be his daughter, whose mother was his beloved

and he comforted me, who looked heartbroken. But his eyes were cold and revealed

"It's my fault. It was my doing for not heeding your and my brother's ad

"Father, is m

s already flat. I looked at him like a prisoner

y must have saved my baby, right?" I sobb

is silent answer. I began to wail uncontrollably.

my body, I raised my hands to see them empty. My sobs turned into uncontrollable cr

ent, he told me to take care of myself and repeatedly

ensured that I could never get pregnant again. I also k

es, unwillingness, and the despair of losing my baby were all fake. If

sed my

her relationship with my father wa

r had been a favored prince. They grew up together and w

ded the throne, her good days would come. Bu

mother. When my mother was framed by others, he didn't trust her. He even humiliated her during

and could reme

than that in prison. My brother and I were mistreated by those servants, bullied by other

e being pregnant, she was on her knees before my father's palace for a day an

y mother miscarried. She woul

e haggard an

lost herself in love and forgot

d. She could have easily cleared her name if she had been more articulate. But her mind was filled with love, and she care

s he had the flawed nature of men. He only che

her, my father was filled with regret and tried everything to make

er the miscarriage, she was terribly weak. It was rema

sank into despair for nearly two years before

nly daughter among my father's many childre

ore. My mother just called me with

s given the formal na

ore something related to

ss of a baby and her subsequent infertility. Plus, I resembled my mother a lot. My fath