On Our Wedding Night, I Flustered the Disabled Tyrant

[Mutual devotion, 1v1 + a truly wicked woman who uses him and tosses him aside + pregnancy and faked death + the second male lead’s rivalry + the husband’s long road to winning her back + intense romantic tension]

[Disabled, brooding, unhinged deposed crown prince VS a femme fatale | Black-hearted heiress VS a gentle, nurturing second male lead]

“Your Highness, is your hand shaking because you no longer have the strength to draw your sword, or… because you want me?”

The dragon-and-phoenix wedding candles flickered wildly. Shen Qiuwan didn’t shy away from the bloodstained sword at her throat. Instead, she pressed her supple body against the brooding man in the wheelchair.

Rumor had it that Xiao Qiyuan, the deposed crown prince of Great Zhou, had lost the use of both legs and was brutally ill-tempered. Not one woman who married into his household had lived past her wedding night.

“Get out! How dare a daughter of the Shen family defile my bed?”

Blood welled in Shen Qiuwan’s throat, yet she smiled with bewitching charm. She pulled off her scarlet wedding robe and leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

“Qiyuan, stop pretending. Your legs have been healed for ages, haven’t they?”

In her previous life, Shen Qiuwan was turned into a human swine by her scumbag husband and her fake-innocent half-sister, then thrown into a mass grave.

In the falling snow, the only person who came to bury her was the deposed crown prince, Xiao Qiyuan, reviled by all under heaven. He dug through the frozen earth with his bare fingers to lay her to rest.

Three years later, at a frontier town in the north, with yellow sand filling the sky,

a ten-mile wedding procession passed amid the clangor of drums and gongs. Shen Qiuwan held the hand of her adorable little son, about to exchange vows with Gu Yanchen, the second male lead.

“Bow to each other, ”

With a thunderous crash, the century-old wooden doors of the wedding hall were smashed open!

“Wanwan, I don’t want the throne anymore, and I haven’t even taken an empress…”

“Don’t let him call someone else Father. Please, come home with me, all right?”