The Crown Prince Saw Through My Imposture After the Bridal Swap

I was the Crown Prince’s consort, but the woman he loved was my half-sister. On our wedding night, he lifted my veil and sneered, “Remember, you’ll never measure up to her.” I nodded quietly and played my part as a pawn of my family.

When he took my half-sister boating, I made all the arrangements. When he defied the Empress for her sake, I knelt and apologized. Then, at a palace banquet, my half-sister suddenly fell ill from poison. He grabbed me by the throat. “You poisonous shrew! I knew you couldn’t stand her!” As I struggled to breathe, I saw a paper packet slip from my half-sister’s sleeve. It was identical to the one the Crown Prince had given me that morning.