The Underworld Heiress Becomes a Village Girl and Marries a Lame Man

I'm very sorry, everyone. I wrote and updated this novel while I was in a mentally unstable state. I had run out of medication and gone without it for several days, so my thoughts may have been a little jumbled, and parts of the story may be out of order. I've already applied to mark it as complete, so I can't make any more revisions. If you don't like it, please stop reading for now. I'm truly sorry. Underworld heiress Yu Chuchu transmigrates into the body of a poor village girl. On her wedding day, the groom sees her family's empty house and publicly calls off the marriage. The original owner had a fiery temper. Unable to bear such humiliation, she drowned herself that very night. When she opened her eyes again, Yu Chuchu had taken over her body. At the wedding feast, she spotted Xiao Yan in a corner, a lame young man whom the guests were mocking for their amusement. His legs were crippled, and he was as handsome as Pan An, yet his family had fallen on hard times and his disability was so severe he couldn't even get the leftovers from the wedding banquet. Yu Chuchu snatched up her red veil and sneered. “You want to call off the wedding? Fine, I'll marry him!” The guests burst out laughing, eager to see how this fierce village girl would torment the crippled good-for-nothing. But who could have guessed that Yu Chuchu would bring all the swagger of an underworld big sister to her new life? By day, she hoed the fields and tidied Xiao Yan's dilapidated courtyard until it was spotless, while the aroma of her cooking drifted down the whole street. At night, she took Xiao Yan's wrist to feel his pulse, raising an eyebrow. “You weren't born with a disability in that leg, were you?” Xiao Yan lowered his eyes and smiled, his warm, jade-like face concealing a sharp edge. “You have a keen eye, my lady.” As time went on, Yu Chuchu discovered that her lame husband could wield a sword with dazzling skill beneath the moon, recite elegant prose while reading by the window, and, when she pressed him about his identity, lean close to her ear and whisper, “If you want to know, my lady, tonight...” Until one day, agents from the capital arrived at the village entrance and knelt, begging “Lord Xiao...”