On the day the prince was assassinated, I was standing three steps away from him, but everyone believed that I should rush forward and block the knife for him. I did so in my last life. I blocked the knife and was seriously injured. I went south to recuperate for three years. During those three years, I thought I was doing something for us. I sacrificed my future, but when I came back full of joy with my nearly recovered body, the position I had sacrificed my life for had already been taken by someone. My cousin lived in my yard, and she took the title of my substitute and enjoyed everything that should belong to me.
