I am the sharpest knife in the secret guard camp, and I was ordered to go undercover to become the bride of the sick and frail prince.
The prince is gentle and considerate. He treats me like a jewel. He even tests the temperature of the medicine he drinks.
I gradually indulged in this illusory warmth, until the dark iron dagger hidden in his study room was revealed——
That was the weapon that my missing brother, the former leader of the secret guard camp, never left behind.
The next day, he scooped up sweet soup for me with a smile: "Madam, why don't you call me 'husband' today?"
