My stepmother drank a bowl of medicine and I became the happy bride of the Hou family.
When the sedan chair came in, everyone in the house was waiting to mourn my sick husband.
Unexpectedly, during the wedding night, my fingertips would touch his pulse.
The dragon is strong and the tiger is fierce, the energy and blood are full, and he is obviously healthier than me.
Their eyes met, and there was no trace of illness in his dark eyes.
The prince, the most ill man in the capital, pretended to be well.
He asked me what I saw, and I said I saw a deal.
I act for him, and he gives me protection. It's great that we each get what we need.
He smiled and said it was interesting.
I accompanied him to act out the deep love between husband and wife, and he protected me to gain a foothold in the Hou Mansion.
The more my stepmother looked at me, the sicker he became.
The arrogant step-sister always came to make trouble. I smiled and handed the tea, and she drank it in one gulp, then turned around and broke my favorite hosta.
The husband said that he would compensate her ten pieces.
But the cup of medicinal tea that night made her vomit for three days.
The stepmother finally couldn't sit still anymore and began to thoroughly investigate the old case of the sudden death of the prince's biological father.
Only then did I realize what kind of muddy water I had rushed into.
And the sick man next to my pillow is hidden much deeper than I thought.
He pinched my waist and asked, is it too late to regret now?
I said, my husband was joking.
You still have to rely on me to cure your illness.
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