The Cold-Faced Waiter's Substitute Wife Is a Man

My name is Fu Wei, the most inconspicuous "third young master" of Yongchang Hou Mansion. No one knows that I am a fake. The real third young master, my twin brother, died at the age of ten. Before he died, he held my hand tightly: "Little sister... Use my identity to survive... Find out how my mother died." I took his place and endured eight years in the cannibalistic Hou Mansion. On the day the imperial edict arrived, my father called me into the study: "The palace has given your eldest sister a marriage to Jun Xianzhi, the Minister of Justice. She doesn't want to marry, so you can do it for her." "Father, the child is a man." "So what if you're a man!" His knuckles almost poked the tip of my nose. "Who can tell the difference between a man and a woman when you're covered with a hijab? You have a figure that looks a lot like you when you're dressed as a woman. Helping your sister out is considered a filial piety." This is not a substitute marriage, this is death. I slowly raised my head and looked into Fu Yan's calculating eyes. Thinking that I am an ant that can be easily crushed to death. But he doesn't know that I have been waiting for this opportunity for eight years.