The Unfavored Princess

I had been an unfavored princess since childhood. My mother was the daughter of the Defender-General, and since no man in the entire realm dared marry her, entering the palace had been her only choice. She had not even become empress. She was merely a consort—not even a Noble Consort. That was because her personality was simply too fierce. Without the title “daughter of the Defender-General,” I reckoned she would have died eight times over by now. By rights, with the might of her family behind her, my imperial father should at least have pretended to dote on me. I was wrong, for he had dozens of pretty, obedient, clever, adorable, lively, cheerful, and mischievous princesses of every conceivable kind. As for me, when I was born, fate had randomly assigned me the role of “the slow one.”