The Doctor Consort Takes Charge: The Pretend Crippled Prince Is the Real Deal

The day I transmigrated into the body of a physician’s daughter sent in as a substitute bride, my husband was the crippled prince who had been paralyzed for three years.

>The whole capital was betting I wouldn’t last three days.

>On our wedding night, I turned around and stuck the prince with an anesthetic needle. “Is pretending to be paralyzed fun?”

>His eyes brimmed with murderous intent. “People who know too much don’t live long.”

>But after I saved his poisoned mother with a scalpel, he began climbing into bed beside me every night.

>“My dear consort, give me a shot.”

>Later, when enemy troops surrounded the city, he gripped my wrist before putting on his armor and heading to battle.

>“If I die in battle, remarry at once.”

>On the city wall, I raised his military tally as a hail of arrows shot forth.

>“Sorry. I’ll only become a widow. I won’t divorce you.”