The Poisonous Bride: The Sickly Emperor Keeps Pretending to Be Unconscious to Win My Heart

[Two powerful, utterly unhinged leads · A fake married couple · An intense push and pull]

On the surface, she is a gentle concubine-born daughter. In truth, she is a poison-wielding avenger.

On the surface, he is a frail emperor. In truth, he is a control-obsessed maniac.

From poisoning each other to falling helplessly for each other, from a life-or-death struggle to a twisted symbiosis.

The palace? The court? The world?

They're nothing but a backdrop for our love story.

On the first day of my arranged marriage, I poisoned the ailing emperor.

He lifted the bowl of medicine, the corners of his eyes faintly red, and obediently drank it down.

From then on, I changed up my poisons every day, and he swallowed them gently each time.

A palace power struggle? No, we're playing a married-couple version of Werewolf.

Until one night, he pressed a bloodstained military tally into my hand. His fingertips were cold, his voice amused:

"My dear consort, had enough fun with poison?"

"It's my turn to taste you."

Only then did I realize...

His foolishness was an act, and so was his frailty.

And beneath my identity as a "concubine-born daughter" lay the last bloodline of the Keepers of Order.

The game of testing each other that began with an arranged marriage had long since become the greatest game of strategy in the world.