After the Substitute Marriage, My Disabled Prince Stood Again

My elder sister would rather die than marry the disabled Prince of Jing, so the matriarch uses my little brother to force me, a concubine-born daughter, to take her place.

Everyone laughs at me, calling me a discarded bride, saying I’ve married a living corpse and am destined to spend my life a widow.

But they don’t know that I hide silver needles in my sleeves and pretend to be foolish, concealing my sharpness while I investigate the truth behind my birth mother’s wrongful death.

Abandoned in an empty room on our wedding night, I hear the wheelchair-bound prince speak coldly: “Know your place, or die.”

I lower my eyes to hide my shock

He is the young man I saved on a snowy night three years ago.

Cruel servants bully me? I strike back and make an example of them.

My legitimate-born sister humiliates me? I make her eat her words.

The secondary consort frames me? I make her suffer the consequences of her own schemes.

When I secretly check his pulse, I’m so shocked I break into a cold sweat: his leg bones are perfectly sound. He isn’t disabled at all!

He pretends to be disabled as he lies low and plots to seize the throne.

I pretend to be foolish as I bide my time, seeking revenge and searching for my family.

We test each other, fall for each other, and face life and death together.

At the palace banquet, he rises in front of everyone and walks toward me, shedding every disguise:

“Were you satisfied when you felt my bones, Princess?”

The entire court is horrified, and the whole world is in an uproar.

The concubine-born woman who took another bride’s place is the late emperor’s daughter, born with the destiny of a phoenix.

The disabled prince stands once more, commands all under heaven, and spends the rest of his life loving only me.