On the day of the wedding, Cai He was sitting in a sedan chair and heard people whispering on the street.
"What number is this? The regent just killed two concubines last month. How dare the Cai family marry their daughter?"
"She's just a concubine. She doesn't feel bad even if she dies."
"I heard that the prince was poisoned by a strange poison, had a violent temper, and killed people without blinking an eye..."
Cai He lowered his eyes and looked at his plain white hands. The fingertips trembled slightly—not from fear, but from excitement.
The regent Xiao Heng was poisoned for three years, and he searched for famous doctors to no avail.
And she, Cai He, had been waiting for this opportunity for five years.
