Her mother died from a bowl of poison.
Seven years later, she was wearing her sister-in-law's old wedding dress and was carried into the residence of the Living King of Hell on a small green cloth sedan.
Everyone said she wouldn't live more than three days. But no one knows that there are three poison-quenching silver needles hidden in her sleeves, and a white jade hairpin left by her mother is tied around her wrist - the hairpin hides a path to the truth.
She married the cruel and bloodthirsty prince on behalf of her sister-in-law, and she dared to stretch out her hand to feel his pulse on the first night. On the surface, she is meek and cowardly, but she secretly checks the account books, buys witnesses, and slaps her in public at the banquet. What she wants is not to live, but to have all those who owe her mother - including her aloof father - kneel down and beg her to live.
But she didn't expect that the "disabled man" in the wheelchair would become her only fellow traveler willing to walk side by side.
Tricks, poison, tactics, last words... Every step is on the tip of the knife. She lived a more ruthless life than anyone else. She just wanted to clear her mother's name and earn a clean path for herself.
