The Sickly Prince's Beloved Poisonous Consort

The Seventh Prince, who had been plagued by illness for years, caused a sensation across the city with his wedding. The bride and groom were both carried unconscious into the bridal chamber, and everyone said the red wedding silks at the Prince’s residence would be replaced with white mourning cloth by tomorrow. Yet when the gates of the Seventh Prince’s residence opened again, the extraordinarily handsome prince was beaming, and his charming new princess looked bashful and shy. The couple were deeply in love, leaving the whole city utterly dumbfounded. She was the 362nd-generation inheritor of the secret poison and gu arts of Miaojiang. Her mastery of poison and gu was unmatched. She had a kind smile, but never let a slight go unpunished. After waking from a nap, she found herself wearing a red wedding dress and lying face-to-face in bed with a sickly man. Damn! Had she transmigrated? And was this sickly man her husband? Seeing that he looked ready to drop dead at any moment, she casually moved her hand and cured the poison he had carried since birth. Little did she know she’d saved a cunning man, and a rather handsome one at that. They lay on opposite sides of the bed beneath the red bridal curtains. The man watched his arm quickly turn black and purple, and smiled seductively. “My princess’s poisons are second to none.” “Of course.” The woman held up a gleaming silver needle, looking pleased with herself. “But since you keep using me to test your poisons, shouldn’t you pay me something?” “Spit it out already.” “Everyone says I’m in poor health. Why don’t we put in some effort and show the world that my princess’s medical skills are just as unmatched?” “That’s not a bad idea, but I’m not paying you.” “Heh. I’ll pay you instead.” In a room with the doors and windows shut, a man sat on the bed with a vacant stare. “Princess, what is this…” The man walked in from outside and couldn’t help asking when he saw the scene. “You said the emperor of Dongci is ambitious and wants to move against us, didn’t you? I’ve brought you a present. This is that ambitious emperor.” The woman lounged in a chair and spoke languidly. “Then I’ll gladly accept your gift!” He came over to her, smiling charmingly. “Don’t mention it. You’re mine, so if he bullies you, he’s bullying me. I’d be unhappy unless I crippled him, if not killed him.” The woman spoke with grand conviction. “My princess is mighty indeed.” The man praised her with a smile in his eyes, and she was delighted. One man and one woman, both strong. He spoils her beyond all reason.