The Gossip Beauty

I am the Capital’s First Beauty, but even though I’m already eighteen, no one has come to my door to ask for my hand. Because I’m a chatterbox. One look at me and you’ll remember it for a lifetime; the moment I open my mouth, even dogs hate me. Watching me turn into an old maid, with no other choice left, my father finally took his plea all the way to the Emperor. The old Emperor waved his hand and bestowed a marriage on me-to a mute.