I Became the Cruel Original Wife of a Crippled Prince, and His Whole Family Dotes on Me

Lin Sui'an transmigrates into the role of a disposable extra. On the day she is married off in someone else's place, her bridal sedan is a coffin, and her groom is a living dead man.

As soon as she enters the house, her stepmother schemes against her, her father's concubine gives her a hard time, and her sister-in-law confronts her with a knife.

But she only smiles coldly, then turns around and pins the blame for the missing dowry on Madam Xu. She casually breaks the leg of the Court of Judicial Review's head official, too, and forces him to meekly give up the main courtyard.

Her sister-in-law cries and begs her not to kill her brother. Lin Sui'an turns around, lashes a wooden pillar with an iron chain, and tells the whole household:

“If you can't explain Feng Yi's injuries today, I'll twist off all your heads and kick them around like balls.”

Everyone thinks she's a deranged, feeble outcast and waits for the Prince of Qin to ruin her.

But nobody knows she was born with unusual eyes and can command beasts. She was born with superhuman strength and can break out of prison.

Even fewer know that before she transmigrated, she was an heir to an ancient martial arts clan, quick to take revenge and ruthless.

On their wedding night, she personally cleaned and stitched Feng Yi's wounds. The blade moved along the rotting flesh, while her gaze remained as calm as if she were sculpting a work of art.

Her sister-in-law trembled with fear, but Lin Sui'an suddenly smiled...

Because beneath her fingertips, the pulse of the man who had been declared never to wake again suddenly quickened.

Before long, news arrived at court:

The Prince of Qin has awakened.

He isn't a cripple. He only pretended to be dead while waiting to expose the person who stabbed him in the back.

And now, he is staring at her, his voice hoarse:

“Your Highness, you certainly don't hold back...”

Lin Sui'an raises an eyebrow, still gripping the needle she used to stitch his wound. “Keep talking, and I'll sew your mouth shut next.”

A madwoman abandoned by the whole world meets a cripple determined to keep playing dead.

Neither of these spouses is someone to trifle with.