A decree. A conspiracy.
An ugly, unscrupulous, peerlessly skilled physician consort, and a ruthless, deranged prince who trusts no one, crippled and cripple-hearted. A perfect match!
On their wedding day, he uses her to cure his poison, then tries to kill her.
She raises her eyes with a faint smile, perfectly calm. “Your Highness, I am the only one who can cure your poison.”
He locks her in a woodshed, making her a discarded wife.
As if she would let him get away with that.
She spends his money, offers free medical treatment, saves the common people, and earns merit.
She uses his influence to break free of her shackles and constraints.
And she dazzles him with her peerless beauty, leaving him utterly blinded.
“You just go off to war. As long as there's a breath left in you, I can save you.”
“She is my wife, and besides revenge, the only reason I have to go on living.”
It's okay. I can't tell you that it feels like something is missing. Come on.