The Cold-Faced Attendant's Substitute Bride Is a Man

My name is Fu Wei, the least remarkable of the Yongchang Marquis's three sons.

No one knows I'm an impostor.

The real third young master, my twin brother, died when we were ten.

As he lay dying, he gripped my hand. "Little sister... live on under my identity... and find out how Mother died."

I took his place and endured eight years in the Marquis's household, where people devoured one another.

The day the imperial decree arrived, Father summoned me to his study. "The palace has arranged for your eldest sister to marry Jun Xianzhi, the Vice Minister of Justice. She refuses, so you'll take her place."

"Father, I'm a man."

"So what if you are!" His finger nearly jabbed me in the nose. "With a veil over your face, who could tell the difference? Your figure is slender enough that you'd look seven or eight parts like her in women's clothes. Helping your sister out of a bind would count as filial piety, too."

This wasn't a stand-in marriage. It was a death sentence.

I slowly raised my head and met Fu Yan's calculating eyes.

He thought I was an ant he could crush at will.

But he didn't know I'd been waiting eight years for this chance.