After Bewitching the Crown Prince, I Successfully Saved My Own Skin

I transmigrated into a vicious female supporting character in an angsty novel, one who had seized the crown prince by force. When I woke up, someone had just broken his legs. The System announced coldly: "You have three months before you are beaten to death." To save my life, I planted a life-and-death parasite in him and forced myself to act devoted. "Does it hurt, brother?" The amnesiac crown prince eyed me warily, but I used the parasite's poison to keep him at my side, clinging to him day and night. Then he regained his memories. His eyes bloodshot, he pinned me against the wall. "Was it you who broke my legs?" I smiled softly, tracing a finger over his heart. "Your Highness, your life belongs to me now." Later, after he ascended the throne, he pressed the imperial phoenix seal into my hand and rasped, "I offer you an empire stretching ten thousand miles in exchange for your sincere love. Is that enough?"