Su Qingwan accepted her fate. If she wants to marry as a substitute, she should marry as a substitute. Anyway, she is marrying a sick prince who is about to die. If she survives him, she will be the richest widow in the capital. When the sky is high and the sea is vast, she can embroider wherever she wants. With this beautiful vision, Su Qingwan entered the bridal chamber with her head covered. But who can tell her why this legendary prince, who was lingering on the sickbed and as pale as paper, had a scar behind his ear that she had bandaged with her own hands? This was obviously the seriously injured, embarrassed but hard-edged boy she rescued in Jiangnan three years ago! After the marriage, the two of them respected each other like "ice" in front of each other, playing the role of the sickly prince and the happy embroidered lady who seemed to be in harmony with each other but were inseparable from each other. Behind the scenes, Su Qingwan hid her painting of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, which contained clues to the treasures of the previous dynasty, for fear of being discovered by him. As for the "sick" prince, he coughed terribly during the day, as if he was about to fly away in the next second; but at night, he always "happened" to appear outside her window, and conveniently "killed" several assassins who had entered the palace. One night, Su Qingwan was studying the secret treasure words in acupuncture by candlelight, when a slight cough came from behind her. She was so frightened that she almost pierced the embroidery, but when she turned around, she saw him wearing a coat and handing over a cup of hot tea with a "weak" look on his face: "It's late at night, are you still praying for me, Princess? Thank you so much for your hard work." Su Qingwan looked at the blood stains on the hem of his clothes that had not yet dried, and silently took the tea. Okay, if you don't tell me, I won't ask. Everyone has secrets, let's see whose vest falls off first.
