The Hou Mansion announced that the bride was to be married to the sick and weak second son.
On the wedding night, under the red candle, I lowered my head and called "husband", but I didn't know that the person on the bed was the prince.
The next day, I saw a young man coughing up blood leaning against the door. I hurriedly helped him: "Husband, take care!" He smiled miserably and shook his head: "Madam, it was my brother who visited me last night."
I actually mistook my real husband for my cold-faced uncle!
And the man whom I respectfully call "Uncle" every day tapped the marriage certificate with his fingertips: "Madam, when will I recognize your identity as the Crown Princess?"
