Since living was itself a conspiracy, she had no choice but to try every means possible to end her life as soon as she could. After all the hardship of brewing a fake-death pill, her little sister snatched it first. Seeing that the person in the coffin wasn't her, she had no choice but to take someone else's place in the marriage.
But can someone explain why the groom turned out to be her junior uncle in the sect?
“Wei'er, getting revenge won't be hard! You can become the Crown Princess of the Southern Kingdom.” Princess Yishu threw an arm around Ling Caiwei's shoulders.
“If I take someone else's place in the marriage, what happens to you, Princess?” Ling Caiwei asked in disbelief.
“I'll disguise myself as you and fake my death!” Princess Yishu came up with another terrible idea.
“Fake your death?”
“I know you want to save yourself for your Brother Qin, but the Southern Kingdom's crown prince is a sickly man who's almost dead. I bet he can't even consummate the marriage. If he tries to ‘do that’ to you, I'll leave you some ‘Spring Sleep.’ Just slip it into his cup and knock him out. The next day, he'll think he got to play the groom! Hahaha.” At this point, Princess Yishu burst out laughing at her own joke.
