The Sickly Prince's Beloved Poisonous Consort

The wedding of the chronically ill Seventh Prince caused a sensation across the city. Both bride and groom were unconscious as they were carried into the bridal chamber. Everyone said that by tomorrow, the red silk at the Seventh Prince's manor would have turned to white mourning cloth.

But when the manor gates opened again, the handsome Seventh Prince was beaming, and his lovely, bashful princess was blushing. The couple were so devoted and passionately in love that the whole city was left gaping in shock.

She was the 362nd-generation inheritor of the Miao frontier's secret poison and gu techniques. Her mastery of poison and gu was peerless. She had a kind smile, but she never let a slight go unavenged.

She woke up to find herself in a red wedding dress, 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 kick the bucket, she casually moved her hand and cured the poison he'd had since birth. Little did she know she'd saved a scheming man, and a rather handsome one at that.

They lay on opposite sides of the red bridal canopy.

The man smiled seductively as he watched his arm quickly turn black and purple. "Your poison is peerless, Princess."

"Of course." The woman held up a gleaming silver needle, looking immensely pleased with herself.

"But since you keep using me to test your poisons, shouldn't you compensate me?"

"Spit it out all at once."

"Everyone says I'm in poor health. Why don't we put in some effort and show the world that your medical skills are just as unmatched?"

"Not a bad idea, but I'm not paying."

"Heh. I'll pay you instead."

A man sat on the bed, his eyes vacant, in a room with its doors and windows shut tight.

"Princess, what is this...?" The man walked in from outside and couldn't help asking when he saw the scene.

"Didn't you say the emperor of Dongqi is ambitious and wants to deal with us? I've brought you a present. This is that ambitious emperor." The woman lounged lazily in a chair as she spoke.

"Then I'll gladly accept it!" He walked over to her, smiling beguilingly.

"Don't mention it. You're mine, so if he bullies you, he's bullying me. If I can't kill him, I'll at least cripple him. Otherwise, I won't be satisfied." The woman spoke with heroic conviction.

"My princess is mighty." The man flattered her with a smile in his eyes, and she was quite pleased.

One man, one woman. A powerful man and a powerful woman, indulging each other to an almost outrageous degree.