Amy sighed as she watched the prince stuff his mouth with white bread. She propped her chin on her hand, reminiscing about her previous life, the one before she returned.
Amy was the housekeeper of the Crown Prince’s palace. She was the only daughter of a once-honorable family of founding contributors to the kingdom, now left with nothing but their title. Before her debt-ridden parents could sell her off, she decided to escape.
After much contemplation, she volunteered to join the palace as a maid. Her parents, finding out later, were furious, but that was none of her concern.
She was ten years old at the time, and the Empress, the mother of the Crown Prince, chose her to be a maid for the First Prince, who was about her age.
Though called a maid, she was more like a plaything. Presumably, she was brought to the Crown Prince’s palace just to be a temporary amusement and then disappear.
But Amy, who couldn’t bear the thought of losing and had the determination to shape her own future, soon outshone the other maids and became the closest attendant to the fragile First Prince.
The Crown Prince, though the same age, relied heavily on the mature and sister-like Amy, and even if she occasionally lost her temper, he never seemed to mind.
In fact, the less formal she was, the more he liked it. Amy soon came to view him as a younger brother.
‘Amy, I like you.’
At thirteen, three years after entering the palace, Amy received a confession from the First Prince. Was she happy? Far from it! Amy looked around nervously and asked.
‘…Have you said that to anyone else?’
Thinking that Amy considered him a playboy, the First Prince panicked and shouted.
‘Of course, I only said it to you!’
‘Lower your voice! Why are you getting so excited?’
Being overheard by the Empress would mean death for Amy. The First Prince, rebuffed after confessing, sulked and muttered.
‘Does Amy dislike me?’
‘No? But I don’t like you in that way.’
‘What way?’
‘…….’
Amy’s expression turned blank. What good is being thirteen if one is as ignorant about the opposite sex as a seven-year-old playing in the streets?
The Empress, worried that the First Prince might develop an early interest in romance, thoroughly concealed such information and barred young ladies’ access to him. However, she did not guard against Amy, always by his side, because Amy came from a fallen noble family.
‘So, she essentially considered me as an object.’
‘What did you say, Amy?’
‘I need to buy some things.’
It seemed that wasn’t what she had meant… The First Prince tilted his head, puzzled, and asked again.
‘So, Amy, what’s your answer?’
After a moment of thought, Amy replied.
‘…If you still feel the same way a year from now, I’ll consider it.’
Although Amy hadn’t agreed, the First Prince was overjoyed. Amy firmly silenced him.
She threatened that if the matter became known, she would never see him again. The First Prince, tears streaming down his face, swore he wouldn’t tell anyone.
A year passed.
‘Amy, I still like you.’
Regrettably, the First Prince’s feelings hadn’t changed. Amy, concealing her disapproval, muttered.
‘…You’re more persistent than I thought.’
‘Is that a compliment? So, Amy, your answer?’
‘You’re fourteen now, right? When you turn fifteen, you’ll be officially appointed as the Crown Prince. I’ll think about it until then.’
Angered by her response, the First Prince stomped his foot.
‘Why do you need so long to think?’
‘Important matters always take time to consider.’
The First Prince’s anger melted away at her mention of ‘important matters.’ He smiled foolishly.
‘Really?’
‘Of course.’
The following year, the First Prince was successfully appointed as the Crown Prince. Excited, he ran to Amy, hugged her, and exclaimed.
‘Now I can marry Amy.’
‘Who decided that?’
‘What?’
‘Everyone would want to, now that you’re the Crown Prince. But…’
Amy gently persuaded him. With everyone’s eyes on them now, they should wait until things calmed down to prepare. The Crown Prince grumbled but nodded, as Amy’s words were always right.
Amy did not dislike the Crown Prince. He was like an annoying but generally obedient younger brother. And having spent so much time together, she did indeed like him, if one really had to classify her feelings.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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