My Wife Brings Me Poison, but the Sickly Man Lies Flat and Refuses to Die

(No transmigration, no rebirth) [Fake Corpse × Human Calculator + Marriage First, Love Later + Political Scheming and Daily Life] On her wedding night, she was forced to serve two cups of nuptial wine. The one on the right was laced with crane's crown red. Her hand trembled as she passed it to him. He tipped his head back and drained the cup, then spat blood and collapsed. Thinking she had poisoned him to death, she frantically tried to hide the body. She couldn't move it, dropped a cup, and cried until her makeup was ruined. The person in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes and caught her wrist between his teeth. She was a pawn chosen by the Empress Dowager, forced to murder her husband. He was a discarded pawn who had pretended to be ill for three years, playing along with the plot. She thought she had married a sickly man who wouldn't live to see another year. But when she lifted the coffin lid, she discovered a King of Hell disguised as an invalid. She wanted to run, and he let her go. When she really did run, he coughed behind her as if his heart were breaking. She ran back, and he smiled. "I knew you'd come back." The Empress Dowager wanted her to kill him, the Crown Prince wanted to protect her, and the Third Prince watched her covetously from the sidelines. The court was rife with turmoil, and the palace walls blazed like fire. She entered with poisoned wine in hand, carrying her true feelings, but found herself unable to leave. He lay in the coffin pretending to be dead, yet in the shadows he paved an entire path to survival for her. "You want freedom, I'll give it to you. You want the empire, I'll give you that too." "But if you want to leave, ask me whether I agree first."