Your Majesty, He Is Addicted to Pretending to Be Paralyzed.

Everyone in the capital knew that King Chen, who had been paralyzed for three years and had a bad temper, had married a man who was happy to marry him. The young man was meek and cowardly, serving him with medicine every day, but he couldn't even get a look from the prince. No one knew that in the dead of night, the "paralyzed" prince would stand up and stare deeply at the sleeping person beside the bed. He was waiting, waiting for the happy young man to reveal his true colors, waiting for the person behind the scenes to be unable to hold himself back. Until one night, he saw with his own eyes the "docile" young man taking out a packet of powder from his arms and pouring it all into the medicine bowl. King Chen's thin lips curled into a sneer, and he was about to close the net and capture the person. But she saw the young husband pick up the medicine bowl, drink it all by himself, then climbed onto his bed on hands and knees, and sat astride him with red eyes: "Your Highness, how long are you going to pretend to be a paralytic?" "If things don't get better, I will drink the poison that pierces my intestines and rots my belly..." Before he finished speaking, tears fell on the prince's face. His Highness Prince Chen, who had not moved for three years, curled his fingers slightly.