Medical PhD Mu Yang Xiaoyuan died protecting her research, only to wake up as a discarded daughter of a marquis's household, shoved into a bridal sedan chair as a substitute bride. Her groom is the Seventh Prince, who drools and claps his hands with a foolish grin, earning him the nickname “Mad Prince.”
On their wedding night, she sees through his disguise at a glance: his pupils react normally to light, and the drooling comes from deliberately relaxing his jaw muscles. He's pretending to be a fool, and has been doing so for at least ten years.
She grips the only thing she brought back from her previous life, a pair of surgical forceps, and chooses to stay silent.
He pretends to be foolish; she pretends not to know.
Until, at a palace banquet, she turns the tables with a gentle stroke and delivers a face-slapping blow to every noblewoman present. He slouches and drools, but his hand reaches for the dagger hidden in his boot.
From keeping up their mutual pretense to joining forces for revenge, she heals the fifteen years of pain that shattered him, and he gives her the trust she's never known.
Until one day, the childhood friend from next door, who has watched over her all his life, arrives covered in blood. Eyes red, he asks her, “Xiaoyuan, if there is another life, could I be the one for you?”
