Summary
My best friend, a tattoo artist, and I transmigrated. She started swindling people inside the palace, while I scammed, conned, and hustled my way around outside it. Then one day, while pretending to be blind and giving the Tyrannical Crown Prince a massage, I spotted the Peppa Pig on his waist and burst out laughing like a deep-throated chicken. With that laugh, not only was my reputation as a blind masseuse who could cure all ailments ruined… My life probably couldn’t be saved either.