When I became the fake heiress of a marquis’s manor, the real heiress was in the middle of a blood test to confirm her parentage.
I’d just pulled out a DNA test report to save the day when the Crown Prince mistook me for a witch and threw me into the imperial prison.
To treat the Empress Dowager’s sudden illness, I produced a syringe of penicillin.
“How dare this witch try to harm the Empress Dowager!” the Imperial Medical Director shouted as the Crown Prince’s sword pressed against my throat.
I rose on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips. “Your Highness, if you’re going to kill me, shouldn’t you check what you’re getting first?”
His ears turned red. He sheathed his sword. “Take her to the Eastern Palace. I’ll interrogate her myself.”
In the dungeon, he gripped my chin and sneered. “What other tricks does this witch have?”
I licked his fingertip. “Bet you I can catch the real culprit within three days. If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me.”
He yanked his hand away. The sound of the cell door locking echoed through the dungeon. “If you lose, I’ll keep you imprisoned in the Eastern Palace for the rest of your life.”
When the three days were up, the Imperial Medical Director, the real culprit, stabbed at my back.
The Crown Prince caught the blade with his bare hand. Blood dripped onto my face.
“If she so much as loses a single hair, I’ll wipe out your entire family.”
