Once in time, the medical genius became the outcast of the prime minister's palace, and was forced to marry the frightened crippled prince as a wedding favor.
White Lotus, my concubine, is waiting for me to die, and my vicious stepmother is hoping that I will die badly.
On our wedding night, the Mad King strangled my neck and said, "My princess must go to hell with me!"
I gave him a needle with my backhand and asked him to lie down obediently, and sneered: "Want to die? Have you asked about the needle in my hand?"
Later, I detoxified the strange poison in his body, healed his useless leg, and the former God of War returned with strength.
My concubine regretted it, my stepmother was frightened, and the whole capital knelt down to beg me for a shot.
But the man who once wanted to drag me to the grave held me in his heart and paved the way for me to be the best in the world.
