After Faking My Death, I Became Her Masked Husband

I, the most useless sick prince in Daliang, am also the young master of Beiyan's number one killer organization. On the day when he was ordered to welcome Heqin Emperor Ji, an imperial edict suddenly arrived: she would be transferred to the sixty-year-old Great Khan of Beiliang. She was crying her heart out, but I was laughing. Because I have a plan - to put her on the sedan chair with my own hands and marry her to my dead man. Make her hate me, make her think she has escaped the pit of fire, make her the deepest pawn on my chessboard. But I forgot that there are two people living in my mind. One wants to use her, and the other wants to protect her. When I returned from feigning death and stood in front of her as the "masked husband," she cried and asked, "Who are you?" I said, "Your husband." She didn't know that this husband and the prince who betrayed her were the same person. As for my poison, I only have three years left to live. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.