When a Transmigrator Has No Halo

After my younger half-sister fell into the water, her personality changed completely.

A poem she wrote on a whim made her famous throughout the capital, and she loudly proclaimed that everyone was equal, with no distinction between high and low, noble and common.

Even my fiancé, the Crown Prince, was captivated. He knelt before the Emperor for a long time, swearing that he would break off our engagement.

She looked at me scornfully. "Ancient people are just ancient people: backward-minded and ignorant."

But how could she know that I had transmigrated too, and had been born into this world from the womb?