She was the fake daughter who had been raised by the Duke's government for sixteen years. On the day the real daughter returned, she was married to the lame King of Hell, who was shunned by everyone in the capital, with a marriage certificate. On the night of her wedding, she approached the bed with a poisoned dagger in her hand, only to hear the person next to her pillow whisper in her sleep: "Aying... Don't leave." That was her maiden name that she had never told anyone. The next day, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty discovered that the lame official who never went to court early appeared at the palace gate on crutches. And she was tracing her eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror, and on her wrist was a string of ebony beads that he had put on last night, engraved with spells.
