The Crippled Prince's Favorite: The Divine Physician and Poison Consort

She was the legitimate daughter of a general's household, bullied and humiliated at every turn. A fire destroyed her peerless beauty, then her stepmother plotted to ruin her chastity. The Crown Prince, to whom she was betrothed, used it as an excuse to break off the engagement, leaving her disfigured and disgraced. He was a down-and-out prince, relentlessly oppressed, skilled at hiding his abilities and wearing a mask. Rumor had it he was the devil incarnate, fond of drinking the blood of virgins, and that women were nothing more than a dose of medicine to him. An imperial decree forced her to marry him. On their wedding night, he pinned her beneath him and smiled mockingly. “The princess consort is ugly, and I am crippled. Aren't we a perfect match?” “A perfect match? In your dreams! Everyone loves me, and even the flowers bloom when they see me. I'm a great beauty.” Too bad she had a burn scar covering half her face. When ambitions of empire meet tender affection, will he give up his kingdom or her? Or will they join hands and look down upon the world together?