To help my childhood sweetheart, the Sixth Prince, regain the emperor's favor, I married a cripple.
The cripple, Jun Qiao, was the emperor's most beloved Ninth Prince. He was aloof and, sensitive and insecure about his disability, kept people at a distance. I often deliberately spilled hot soup on his legs and mocked his numb limbs. "Useless, crippled legs, just like the good-for-nothing who can't stand up. Looking at you turns my stomach."
Later, the Sixth Prince ascended the throne. I was given a cup of aphrodisiac wine and thrown in with a group of eunuchs. To protect me, Jun Qiao had his other leg broken and was dragged through the palace like a dead dog. His blood trailed down the entire palace lane like
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