After I Became a Substitute Bride, the Ailing Prince Got Back on His Feet

A replacement bride to the prince? No, I’m here to fight you for the throne

On their wedding night, Ye Qingmei seized the “unconscious” prince’s wrist and frowned. “Your pulse is boiling. This illness… is interesting.”

She was the discarded daughter of the Chancellor’s household. She had agreed to the replacement marriage only to investigate her birth mother’s disappearance and make some money on the side. With the Ji Shi Hall on one hand, she amassed wealth; with an intelligence network on the other, she wove a web of information.

Everyone said Prince Jing, Xiao Jue, was a consumptive invalid who coughed every few steps. Yet she found an imperial jade seal beneath his pillow and a map of a million soldiers and their armor in a secret chamber.

It was not until an assassination attempt at a palace banquet that he crushed the assassin’s throat with his bare hands and pinned her behind a bloodstained screen, his breath hot against her skin. “My princess, curiosity killed the cat.”

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She thought she was the one moving the pieces, but she had long since become his cherished prize