As the real daughter who was exchanged, on the day I returned home, the fake daughter specially arranged for an eminent monk to point at me and say: "This girl is evil and will rob relatives!" I took out my Taoist priest certificate and psychological counselor's license with my backhand: "Master, you have a bad reputation. You have cheated a lot recently." "Do you need legal assistance?" At night, the powerful and crazy prince blocked me in a corner and smiled evilly: "I am more evil, why don't you and I fight poison with poison?" I put him down with a shot of tranquilizer: "Be good, and you must treat your illness."
