"Be careful."

You say as Yingxing almost falls again. His body is completely weak.

Yingxing was the only heir to the throne. The long-awaited son, born sickly and weak. His pale skin was like porcelain, and his thin body was more like a skeleton.

His father hated him, because by his birth he had also taken away his beloved Empress.

But it was his son. So he gave him you. A loyal friend, an obedient servant, and a good warrior, even if you are a girl.

"Lord, why do I have to meet with every noble girl?... Doesn't my father understand that I'm disgusting to all of them?"

Yingxing replied with irritation.