I was born with a red scar across my face, and everyone called me the ugly girl. On crown prince selection day, my stepsister swapped our identities — she took my face into the Eastern Palace, and I was sent to the laundry. Three years later the prince was poisoned and dying, and all the imperial physicians knelt, helpless. I put on a mask and said: let me try. Three needles and the prince woke up. He watched me take off my mask, saw the red scar, and froze. He said: You're the crown princess they sent to the laundry three years ago? I smiled: Your Highness only recognizes me now? That precious stepsister of yours has been using my prescriptions all these years. Watch free on Palmbox.
