In her previous life, Jiang Chenlan trusted the wrong person. Her wedding dowry became a pile of bones, and her true love was buried with her.
Because she had let a wolf into their home, her entire family was burned alive, and she herself was thrown to the dogs, battered beyond recognition.
Given a second chance, she seeks out the sickly crown prince. They strike a deal: “You help cure my illness, and I’ll help you break off your engagement!”
A month later, the deal is off.
“Curing me isn’t enough. You also have to help me rule the court.”
“Helping me break off my engagement isn’t enough either. You have to let me kill my enemy with my own hands.”
When everything is finally settled, Jiang Chenlan walks away with ease. Xiao Ding’an suddenly clutches his chest, barely able to speak, his frailty impossible to resist. “You haven’t cured me. You’re not allowed to leave…”
Jiang Chenlan points to his hand on his chest. “Your Highness, isn’t your illness supposed to be a lung disease?”
