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 a 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 secretly dating. Climbing through the window makes me feel better.”