Hiding My Talents: The Playful Heir’s Consort

I’m the biggest pushover in the capital. My younger sister stole my fiancé, the God of War, and shoved a womanizing playboy at me instead.

With tears in my eyes, I stomped my foot in anger. “You! You’ve gone too far!”

Then, in a fit of rage... I got angry for a moment.

The entire capital laughs at me, a soft persimmon anyone can squeeze.

I turn around and marry into the Duke’s residence. My husband carouses while I spend every day pretending to be a tearful, put-upon wife.

When my entire family is later accused of crimes, I weep pitifully. “I’m sorry. I’m so useless. Your son-in-law only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun. He can’t help us.”

No one knows that the playboy heir climbs through my window late at night and corners me against the wall, his gaze burning. “My lady, is the performance over?”

Later, in the Golden Throne Hall, he draws his sword for me, its chill sweeping across fourteen provinces.

Only then does everyone realize that the useless woman who does nothing but cry, and her unreliable husband, are the most deeply concealed players in the game.