After Becoming the Sickly Chief Secretary's Runaway Bride, He Turned Dark

Shen Qingyue transmigrates into the body of the prime minister's runaway bride. The chill from the original owner's leap into the lake has barely faded when she is bound to a System and tasked with healing the gloomy, obsessive man. The silver needles of a modern medical student can cure typhoid in the slums, but they cannot cure the madness in Lu Chenzhou's eyes. He grips her by the throat and smiles. “Wife, trying to run away again?” The court is rife with intrigue, and her stepsister in the marquis's household watches her like a hawk. She navigates it all as if walking on thin ice. Then, during the palace coup that night, he locks her in his arms, his hands covered in blood. “If the moon dares to fall, I'll make the whole world pay for it.” His gentle blade cuts through layer upon layer of disguise, and she finally realizes he had recognized long ago that another soul had taken over this body. Years ago, outside the walls of the Imperial Medical Academy, the young prime minister accepted a bloodstained handkerchief and never let go of their fated red thread.