Summary
I had suffered from an eye condition since childhood.
After my parents died, I came to the capital to seek shelter with their dearest friend, the Marquis of Zhenguo.
Taking pity on me, newly arrived and without a soul to turn to, the marquis ordered his son, Yan Heng, to show me around the capital and lift my spirits.
I felt guilty about troubling him. I went to apologize and politely decline.
Instead, I overheard him talking to his friends.
“I can’t be bothered with that little blind girl,” Yan Heng scoffed. “You lot can pretend to be me and take her out. It’s not as if she can see.”