I am the daughter of the current Prime Minister. Swapped at birth by a servant and abandoned, I later suffered an illness that damaged my brain. At fifteen, my Chancellor father brought me back to the manor—only to have me replace the fake daughter in the household and marry the Third Prince. A prince raised in a remote palace, powerless, unsightly, and deemed unworthy. I couldn't grasp the meaning of 'real' or 'fake,' but as I stared at the striking red-robed man before me, I asked in confusion: 'They all call you ugly—are they blind, or is Niaoniao blind?'
