I transmigrated into the least favored legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household and was forced to take another bride’s place, marrying a sick prince rumored to be near death.
On our wedding night, he walked into the bridal chamber coughing up blood and told me I could remarry once I was widowed.
I pretended to be timid and agreed, then turned around and used poison to take down three assassins. After changing my face with a disguise, I went out to negotiate a business deal.
After all, I was a transmigrator and an all-around expert, skilled in medicine, poisons, intelligence, and business.
But later, I realized something was off about this sick prince.
I snuck out in the middle of the night, and he just happened to suffer an attack, trapping me on the bed. “Your Highness, don’t go.”
I went out in disguise, and he just happened to pass by, blocking me in an alley. “My dear, had enough fun? Time to come home.”
I used my intelligence network to investigate him, and he simply handed me the confidential report himself, his eyes full of crazed possessiveness.
“What’s the point of investigating? I’ll tell you myself.”
“Three years ago, I fell in love with you at first sight.”
“I orchestrated this substitute marriage from beginning to end.”
“Everything, from my feigned illness to the traps I laid, was just so I could keep you by my side and pamper you for the rest of your life.”
I thought I was playing the fool to catch the tiger.
Only at the very end did I realize that I was the little pig he’d had his eye on all along, and I could never get away.
[Two strong leads + both hiding their true identities + he’s had a crush on me for years + his illness was fake, but his love for me is real and crazy]
