He doted on his daughter, treating her as the apple of his eye.
If one day that pearl were to suddenly lose its luster, he would be the saddest man in the world.
"Who is that woman?" After crying for a while, Anna Thorne struggled to sit up from the prime minister's embrace.
The prime minister shook his head. "The Empress Dowager refuses to give me any details. It's strange. A Prince's bride is usually the daughter of a speaker or a governor. But seeing how secretive the Empress Dowager is being, I can't guess who it could be."
Anna Thorne wiped the lingering tears from her face, but the ache in her heart would not subside.
'In this entire country, who could possibly have a more distinguished status than her?'
She was the prime minister's only daughter! The daughter of the man who truly held power in this country. In ancient times, she would have been a genuine princess.
'Who is it? Who stole her happiness?'
'Who?!'
