The Substitute Bride Is a Divine Doctor

When I transmigrated into the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's household, my aunt was forcing my head down to marry me off to the disabled regent. The whole capital was betting I wouldn't last three days. Even the prince himself offered me a white silk sash and poisoned wine. “Choose how you'd like to die.” I pulled out my medical space and operated on him instead. “Your Highness, would you like to stand again and conquer the realm?” As the silver needles fell, he suddenly seized my wrist. “Who are you, really?” Then the Crown Prince's warm, amused voice came from behind me. “Wanwan, your undercover mission isn't over yet. And you're revealing yourself already?”