[Two strong leads, both devoted, no transmigration, ensemble cast, some angst]
She comes to the capital with a sword, wanting to see what the father who abandoned her in the wilderness looks like.
At the Minister’s residence, she meets a fool who does nothing but paint. The boy is not only good at painting, he is also quite handsome, innocent, and easy to handle.
But her father refuses to marry her off to the fool.
So what if he’s a fool? Marrying one would leave her freer, wouldn’t it?
The fool paints a whole room full of pictures. When she asks why he paints her, he says, “You ate my biscuit, so you’re mine.”
