Summary
While my concubine-born younger sister was out gathering herbs for the gravely injured Crown Prince, I pushed the door open and walked in. As luck would have it, the Crown Prince woke up right then and asked if I was the one who had saved him. I was just about to scam a little medical fee out of him when a barrage of comments suddenly floated into view before my eyes: [Here comes the plot where the vicious legitimate older sister steals credit for saving his life for the first time. So disgusting I could puke!] [No, male lead, don’t! Don’t be blind and mistake the wrong person!] The Crown Prince was still looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer, so I immediately denied it. “No. Just passing by.”