Time Travel, She Has Space, Who Is She Afraid Of?

Once in time, the medical genius Jiang Liuli became the direct daughter of the Prime Minister of the Yan Dynasty. My mother died young, my father didn't care, and I have a stepmother who was reincarnated as a green tea spirit. I thought this would be hard enough. Unexpectedly, she was exchanged to marry the crippled and disfigured Ninth Prince. There is no other way. Once it comes, make peace with it. Fortunately, the portable space is still there. As the saying goes, a passing goose leaves no trace. The place where she, Jiang Liuli, passed by. Naturally, no scum will be left for him. If she wants to marry with peace of mind, she must pay a price. So the Prime Minister's Mansion will lack a chair today and a table tomorrow and a stone lion the day after tomorrow. The day she gets married is the day she fakes her death and escapes. But why does the crippled prince seem to be suffering from a strange poison? The holy hand of traditional Chinese medicine means that the hand is itchy. How about we get rid of the poison before leaving?