My sister is a royal concubine who is favored by many people. However, in order to compete for favor, she took the folk prescription to induce labor without authorization, resulting in the child being born a monster covered with white hair. His Majesty was so angry that he bled for thousands of miles, and my sister collapsed and died miserably. As a result, the family fell into decline, and all the glory of the family was reduced to nothing. There will be another general election in three years. I was sent to the palace by my clan to make amends with the royal family on my sister's behalf. On the day before I left, my parents asked me: "Are you afraid?" I shook my head: "Not afraid." Since no one can clear up my sister's name, I will seek justice for her myself.
