Wrongly Married to the Crippled Prince: Fear Not, My Husband

An extravagant red bridal sedan changing hands halfway to the wedding is unheard of! She is a princess of the Southern Realm. On her wedding day, the groom suddenly dies, and everyone says, “Who would dare marry such an ill-fated woman?” He is a celebrated god of war, disfigured and afflicted with a deadly poison. The people whisper that he may not even be capable of consummating a marriage. When the stalled bridal sedan is carried into Prince Rong’s manor, when the soul of a special forces soldier meets a prince with a heart cold as ice, he is full of hatred, but she makes him lower his bristling defenses; she has always taken life as it comes, yet is willing to face the world with a sword for him. Excerpt One Yao Shu asked, her expression unreadable, “Prince Rong, the poison has already reached your lungs, and you still have the mind to take a wife?” Prince Rong beamed. “Of course. You’re my medicine, after all.” Excerpt Two As the physician prepared the medicine, he asked, “Miss, why are you getting so much?” Yao Shu replied, “My husband is ill and has to take medicine all the time.” The physician gave her a sympathetic look. “Try to look on the bright side, miss. Even the princess married a sickly man, and he’s disfigured too. You’ve got it worse than most!” Yao Shu: “...That’s me too.” Excerpt Two: “If you want me to give myself to you wholeheartedly, can you meet my demands?” Yao Shu asked calmly. “Say the word, Yao’er,” Mu Beirong replied, gazing at her fondly. “You can only be good to three women in this life: your mother, me, and our future daughter.” “No problem. Then I have one demand too: you can only love one man in this life, and that’s me. Not even your father or our future son can mean more to you than I do.” “…” You win!