## After marrying my enemy, I used my medical skills to tame him
>I was pushed into the abyss by my sister-in-law to marry the soon-to-be-dead Prince Chongxi on her behalf.
>On our wedding night, he took off my hijab, revealing a face full of scars.
>The blind prince smelled the familiar fragrance of herbs: "Have you and I seen it before?"
>I touched the poisoned dagger in my sleeve and smiled softly: "Husband, you are just joking."
>After suffering by his side day by day, I cured his eye disease and resumed my plan to destroy his dynasty.
>But when the enemy's cavalry broke through the city gate, the assassin's poisonous arrow pointed directly at his heart.
>I instinctively rushed over and blocked the fatal blow for him.
>He asked in a trembling voice: "Why?"
>I coughed up blood and caressed his eyes, which had lost sight: "This time, it's your turn to see my face clearly..."
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The coolness from the tip of the knife penetrated through the thin lining and touched the heart, a biting chill. That's what I secretly hid in my sleeve when I was dressing up.
The noisy drum music outside and the lively congratulations of the guests seemed to flow in vaguely through a thick layer of turbid water. They hit the window lattice with the big red word "" on it, and fell down weakly, as if all life had been drained away. I sat on the edge of the bed covered with dragon and phoenix brocade quilt, and the red gold hijab was pressed down heavily, covering everything in front of me, leaving only the strong fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose - the smell of wax oil burning from red candles, the expensive spices in the bridal chamber, and a faint, nauseatingly sweet smell of blood, mixed in the air of the cold wedding hall.
The smell puts me in a trance. It seems like I'm back there again
