Yours Truly Is Sick, Love-Sick

i just wanted to have a husband, but who knew that i’m a jinx to my future husband. alright, no one has the courage to marry me. i could be doomed to a life of solitude. but, dear imperial uncle, may i have a discussion with you? next time you come to my room, could you come in through the door? “no way, we’re dating secretly. climbing through the window makes me feel better.”