One day, she transmigrated and became the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's household, an ugly, dim-witted girl.
Not only had her vicious auntie doted on her to ruin her, leaving her disfigured, but she was also going to be married off to a prince who didn't have long to live!
Fine, then. She might as well cure the prince's poison and take care of some trash while getting revenge for the original owner.
But... Divine Doctor, “Your Highness, the poison is cured. When can you let me go? Why are you standing so close?”
Prince, “My princess, the weather's cold. Let me warm your bed.”
Seeing the male protagonist give up the story so decisively