On the night of my substitute marriage, my blind husband grabbed my neck and warned me: "Be calm and you may live a few more days."
I became the bride of the violent prince and a joke in the whole capital.
He is blind, weak, and has a sinister temperament. He treats me like an ant and humiliates me at every turn.
I endured all the humiliation and boiled poison-like decoction for him day and night, just for a chance of survival.
Until I accidentally discovered that what he drank every day was actually the culprit that made him seriously injured and unable to recover.
I hid the antidote and whispered in his ear when he was about to die again:
"Your Majesty, do you want to live? Please beg me."
