The Substitute Bride Physician: The Cold-Faced General's Beloved

On my wedding night, the red candles burned down, but the groom never came. Left alone in the bridal chamber, I lifted my own veil and used a silver needle to unblock my meridians. After all, I had married into the household disguised as a good-for-nothing concubine-born daughter just to steal the general's tiger tally.

Three months later, I succeeded, only to find myself surrounded by a sea of armed guards beneath the courtyard wall.

The general, famed for his bloodthirsty cruelty, rolled my silver needle between his fingers. “Every night, when you gave me acupuncture...”

“Did you ever notice that the inside of the tiger tally is engraved with your childhood name?”