The Prince of Jing Is Ill, and This Consort Won't Treat Him

In her previous life, she was a renowned and respected PhD in pharmaceutical formulation. But she gave her heart to the wrong man. Her fiance plotted against her, causing a car accident that left her in a vegetative state. The moment her birth mother pulled out her breathing tube, she swore that if she ever got another life, she would exact bloody vengeance.

But fate loves to play tricks.

In this life, she is the legitimate daughter of a general's household, five feet tall and five feet around the waist, making her the biggest laughingstock in the imperial capital.

So what? It does not stop her from taking on her half-sisters, her uncles, or her sisters-in-law.

And it certainly does not stop her from winning someone's heart.

"You don't care that people say you have poor taste and can't recognize a beauty?"

He smiled faintly and put an arm around her now-slender waist.

"If I cared, I wouldn't have married you in the first place."

She immediately grew wary. "If I remember correctly, we married because we each needed something from the other."

He kissed her lightly, his smile tender. "That's right. You needed a place to call home, and I needed you."