A Master of Medicine and Martial Arts: My Prince Husband Lies Flat and Lets Me Spoil Him

As a top modern military doctor and martial arts champion, after staying up through seven consecutive all-nighters, I finally worked myself into this nanmu coffin carved with peony patterns.

My shiny new identity comes with some serious side effects: the fatal strangulation marks on my neck are a reminder that the original owner was murdered.

My legendary ice-cold husband, Prince Xiao Jue, shows no sadness in his eyes. Instead, he sounds like he’s interrogating me: “Why is the Princess Consort pretending to be dead?”

Rubbing my nearly broken neck, I snap, “Pretending, my foot. Your wife was strangled to death, understand? Her body’s already gone cold!”

Then, right in front of all his personal guards, I pin him to the coffin lid with a grappling move to demonstrate what a real corpse coming back to life looks like.

When I use silver needles to save the only trusted aide he brought back from the palace, a crack finally appears in Xiao Jue’s icy expression. “Who are you, really?”

“Your lifeline and your first-aid kit.” I wave my silver needles. “Your Highness, want to make a deal? I’ll help you root out the spies, and you’ll keep me alive.” The most feared God of War in the realm lets out a quiet laugh for the first time. “Deal.”