In her previous life, the heroine, who was the concubine of the Minister of Household Affairs, remained unmarried for seventeen years because of red spots on her face. After her mother died of illness, she was used as a pawn by her father and given to the third prince's cruel subordinate as his stepwife.
The prince, a sickly prince who had been predicted since birth that he would not live past the age of twenty-five. A bowl of hot porridge in winter is the only intersection between the two. However, he died young, and when she discovered that her husband and her father had colluded with the third prince to rebel, she desperately delivered the evidence and was seriously injured and died.
Once he was reborn at the age of seventeen, his mother was still alive, his father had not yet sacrificed his daughter, and the short-lived prince was still alive.
She sneaked into the temple quietly and happened to bump into the assassinated prince. She used her medical skills to make a deal with the prince, treating the disease in exchange for survival protection.
Unexpectedly, an imperial edict granting marriage was suddenly announced: she, a concubine with a disfigured appearance, had become a crown princess!
The heroine in wedding dress slowly walked towards the gentle and jade-like hero. This time, her fate was completely different. She thought: when the prince recovers, that will be the day she fakes her death and escapes.
However, the usually good-tempered prince looked at her with eyes that became increasingly hot.
Copywriting from the male protagonist's perspective:
The "curse" of not being able to live to the age of twenty-five has shrouded the prince since his birth. The flame called anger in his heart is burning brightly, and he only hopes to burn this flame to every corner before death. At this time, the heroine comes quietly like a breeze. Unlike the sympathy and ridicule in the eyes of others, her eyes only have softness, concentration and a trace of... Determination that he has not yet understood?
He couldn't tell whether it was for her unparalleled medical skills or to keep her as a person, but he knelt down in front of the emperor and asked for a marriage decree.
Just when he thought he could slowly capture her with a web of tenderness and trust, a cold dagger pressed directly against his chest.
"Your father killed my father, and we will never have any friendship between you and me!"
In an instant, the gentle shell shattered, revealing the evil and madness inside. He faced the dagger, inch closer, expressed his love in his heart, and clasped her ankle with a red gold chain that had been prepared, "If you save this life, it is yours, and you will never be able to get rid of it..."
Intention: The past cannot be pursued, but the future can still be anticipated
