Married to a Rough-and-Tumble Bad Boy

He was the most terrifying hunter in the village, scarred across the face and dirt poor. She was a village girl who had been jilted and thrown herself into a river, gaunt and sallow, and nearly sold to an old widower. A contract selling her for fifteen taels tied the two of them together. No one knew: This scar-faced brute had once been the stand-in for a God of War renowned throughout the court, and the Ninth Prince, who had died young in the Cold Palace. Tormented by a poison that gnawed at his bones, he had hidden his identity, intent on clawing his way back from hell to take the lives of those who had controlled his entire life. Beneath this gaunt farm girl's skin was the soul of a medical doctorate, armed with a miraculous space. Jilted and jumping into a river? Perfect, a chance to escape her parasitic family. Bought to be a wife? Just wait and see who the real “prey” is. He thought he'd picked up a nuisance, but soon discovered: She could tell at a glance that he was poisoned, and the medicated dishes she whipped up worked better than the imperial physicians' prescriptions; She seemed timid, yet could curse Prince Jing to his face: “A toad dreaming of eating swan meat!” She always had strange and wonderful “treasures,” and could even make him vanish into thin air... She thought this was only a temporary alliance, but then realized: This man threatened to “break your legs,” yet quietly slipped his blood money into her hands; He was ruthless in battle, yet his hands trembled when he took an arrow for her; He never spoke of love, yet with red-rimmed eyes, he said, “I can't live without you.” When their disguises fell away: The lurking wolf bared his fangs, and the dusty pearl finally shone. The old pursuit resumed, with hidden arrows and political schemes closing in. This time, the hand holding the blade was no longer driven by revenge alone, but by the need to protect the light behind him. And the silver needles and secrets in her hands would become the sharpest blade to overturn this deadly game. It began as a cold transaction, but between the edge of a blade and the scent of medicine, the most burning love took root.