On the day Yu Lifu was brought back to the Marquis’s household, she learned that she would be marrying in someone else’s place to a sickly man who had less than three months to live.
Her eyes reddened on the spot.
Not from sadness. She was barely holding back a laugh.
Her husband-to-be was noble and rich beyond measure. Once he died, she would be a young widow no one dared to provoke. So on the third day after their wedding, she was already picking out a coffin behind Song Hemian’s back.
But as she waited, she began to realize something was off.
How could this sickly man, who coughed up blood after taking just a few steps, keep catching her climbing walls in the middle of the night and collecting debts at knifepoint? He even held up her dagger and asked if her underground bank needed a boss’s wife.
Yu Lifu finally recognized him: the boy she had kicked into a dry well twelve years ago.
She had long since forgotten him.
Song Hemian, however, had searched for her for twelve years.
The whole capital believed one was frail and helpless, while the other was gravely ill.
Until this “weakest couple” joined forces and turned the entire capital upside down.
