The Sickly Young Master of the Marquis’s Estate, Who Pants Every Few Steps Yet Lifts a Stone Lion with One Hand

The day I transmigrated into the body of a lowborn daughter in the Marquis’s household, my birth mother died just a few days later.

For sixteen years, I made myself invisible: leaning on walls as I walked, gasping whenever I spoke, and bowing my head to cough up blood whenever my stepmother withheld my allowance. All of the capital praised me as the model of meekness and composure, a paragon among sickly girls.

Then, one morning, a runaway horse in the back courtyard charged toward a washerwoman.

I reached out without thinking and stopped it with one hand.

The three-hundred-pound horse dropped to its knees, the driver was thrown thirty feet, and the whole courtyard fell silent.

I looked down at my supposedly “too frail to care for herself” hand and cursed under my breath: Ling Shuang, can’t you keep a low profile for once?

A rescue squad captain in my previous life, a sickly beauty of a concubine-born daughter in this one.

I can lift a stone lion with one hand, and I can also burst into tears and play innocent in three seconds flat.

My elder sister sent me a coffin board as an engagement gift, so I left a stone lion by her bed in the middle of the night as a “return present.” My elder brother stood outside my window at midnight, saying he “missed his little sister,” so I sent him a copy of The Classic of Filial Piety, with the page on brotherly affection and respect folded down nice and clear.

I planned to keep up the act until the Regent sent someone to summon me to his manor.

The man who held power over the entire court cornered me in his study, smiling with gentle elegance.

“Sixth Miss, the stone lion in your courtyard seems a little lighter lately?”

I looked up at him and smiled too.

“Your Highness, it was windy that day. Your men didn’t catch cold, did they?”

He froze, then threw back his head and laughed.

From that moment on, he had no intention of letting me go.

But later, this former hunter began standing at the city gates every day to bring me wontons.

He said, “Take your time. I’ll wait.”

I’m Shen Qinghe. I can lift a great cauldron, but I only want to carry one man in my heart: him.