I transmigrated into the timid legitimate daughter of the Chancellor’s household, and on my wedding night, the cold-blooded prince tossed me into the woodshed. Whatever, I was happy to do nothing anyway. But when he broke his leg, I set the bone for him, and he thought I was provoking him.
I made him soup, and his political enemies poisoned it. He thought I had foreseen it and was trying to save him.
I was bored, so I drew a map of the prince’s estate. He became convinced I was plotting a coup.
Every day, this man made up some grand conspiracy, then came at me with red-rimmed eyes and demanded, “Who sent you to spy on me? Why can’t I bring myself to kill you?”
I rolled my eyes. Your Highness, I really just want to freeload and wait for death.
Until one day, he pinned me in a corner, his voice hoarse. “You succeeded. I surrender. Take this heart of mine.”
Me: ???
