Yin Baixue was operating on a patient when she suddenly fainted. When she came to, she found a long sword at her throat. Memories that did not belong to her flashed through her mind. So she had transmigrated. Her father was a third-rank official, and after her mother died, he remarried. The original owner's life was worse than a maid's. Now she was being married off in place of her younger sister, Yin Suxu, to the Third Prince, who had lost the fight for the throne. He was even disabled. This mother and daughter were truly ruthless. It looked like she would have to find her own way out. Then she noticed something was wrong with the Third Prince's legs.
“Wait, your legs can be treated!”
“They can?”
“Does the princess consort truly think I wouldn't dare kill you?”
“Your Highness, although you can't move your legs, they're still warm. You were poisoned!”
Yin Baixue casually picked up an embroidery needle from beside the bed, held it over the candle flame, found an acupoint, and inserted it.
“Hiss, ”
Gu Yanting instinctively drew in a sharp breath and stared at Yin Baixue in shock. It seemed the rumors couldn't be trusted completely. His princess consort was interesting.
