I dressed as a peasant girl who escaped from marriage and opened a pickle shop to support myself.
After the business boomed, the most distinguished prince in the capital came to buy sauce every day, but he was cold to me.
Until his wedding day, I recognized the bride next to him at the banquet——
It was actually the best friend who pushed me off a cliff in my previous life.
She smiled and toasted: "Sister's pickles are made from my ancestral secret recipe."
The prince clenched his wine glass, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
I chuckled lightly and broke the sauce jar in my hand in front of everyone:
"The prince comes to my shop every day just to steal prescriptions?"
"In that case, I don't care if I don't do this pickle business."
