The Crippled Prince's Poisonous Consort

After an accident, Ye Hanyun transmigrates into the third daughter of the prime minister of Chu. Her stepmother plots against her, and her sisters bully her. But she is no longer the weak and helpless girl she has replaced. So what if she has no mother to protect her, no powerful connections, and no money, and they think they can bully her without fear of resistance? Hmph! As a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in the twenty-first century, surely she can make money. But how is she supposed to resist an imperial decree arranging her marriage? Xuan Yuan Che, Prince of Dingbei, was badly wounded in a battlefield defeat five years ago. His injuries never healed, leaving him unable to walk properly. He always believed the enemy had poisoned him, never guessing that the truth would ultimately chill him to the bone. He recovered his strength, returned to the battlefield, and fought his way to power, only to discover that the ending of the life he had sacrificed everything for was so tragic! Excerpt One A young woman was happily counting the silver that had almost blinded her when her maid came rushing in. “Miss, this is terrible! You’ve been betrothed by imperial decree!” “Which bastard dares to set his sights on me?” “Ahem, Miss, His Majesty has betrothed you to Prince Dingbei. He can barely walk, though. He’s disabled.” “So what if he’s disabled? He’s still a person. People with disabilities have dreams and ambitions, and if they work hard, they can even do better than able-bodied people…” The young woman launched into a passionate lecture, giving her maid a stern talking-to, then promptly forgot that the disabled man was going to be her husband. When the man heard about it, his icy expression melted in an instant, and a trace of tenderness touched his brows. The two bodyguards thought their eyes were playing tricks on them and rubbed them, then told themselves they must have been dreaming. Before long, they really were often living in a dream. Excerpt Two The assassin had been full of murderous intent just moments ago, but after the young woman waved her sleeve, he dropped dead on the spot. The guards breathed a sigh of relief, even as they shuddered with fear. From then on, they decided they would sooner offend the emperor than cross her. “Sister-in-law, aren’t you a doctor? You’re pretty skilled with poison, too,” a young man ventured weakly. He wondered if he had ever offended her before. They said women and petty people were hard to deal with. As he recalled everything that had happened, he turned to stone. He was doomed! Oh, he was so doomed. “Medicine and poison are two sides of the same coin. You don’t know that?” The young woman’s mild tone carried a chill. With none of the restrictions of modern life to hold her back, she was having a wonderful time researching poisons. As for her test subjects, those assassins kept showing up from time to time, so she could put them to good use. And there were also the two men standing right in front of her, completely unaware. The man glanced casually at the person who had edged two steps back, then gently took his beloved’s hand. Tenderness filled his deep eyes. So what if she was a doctor? So what if she was a poison expert? She was his princess consort. Who would dare say otherwise? Excerpt Three The maid faced the prince, his expression cold and murderous, and couldn’t bring herself to speak. After giving herself countless pep talks, she finally delivered the message. “Your Highness, the princess consort says the stone lions at the gate aren’t imposing enough.” “Steward, replace them with stone lions that will satisfy the princess consort,” the prince said, looking up from the memorials he had been reading. “The princess consort says the artificial hill in the garden isn’t big enough.” “Steward, have someone build a bigger one.” “The princess consort says she doesn’t like the food made by the cooks in the manor.” “Mo Ye, go to the palace and bring back a few imperial chefs.” “The princess consort says she doesn’t like the bed in her bedroom.” “Steward, find some craftsmen and have them make a better one.” “The princess consort says she isn’t satisfied with the man who sleeps beside her.” “Steward, have someone replace that… What? Tell the princess consort I’ll personally make sure she’s satisfied tonight,” the prince said, his face turning completely red. The maid thought to herself that the princess consort’s lovely dream had been shattered. She had planned it all so well, but the prince hadn’t taken the bait. The hidden guards let out a breath, earning a fierce glare from the prince.