She is a transmigrated “ugly bride” sent for a political marriage. Though her body is bloated due to poisoning, she is a peerless master of both medicine and martial arts.
He is the Heir of a Marquis’s Manor living a precarious life—chronically ill, weak, and surrounded by a family of schemers.
“Since I’ve married you, I’ll handle the trifles you find beneath you, I’ll be the villain you don’t want to be, and I’ll do my best to cure your illness. In exchange, you must protect me to the best of your ability.”
“Very well. But if you are a spy, I will kill you.”
With a smile, she dealt with overbearing servants; with a cold gaze, she slapped the faces of elders who overstepped their bounds. Even when faced with the insolence of the Imperial Family, she dared to make them suffer the consequences through her clever schemes.
He personally witnessed his wife’s metamorphosis and felt his own body’s recovery. She, in turn, enjoyed the Heir’s unwavering respect from beginning to end, which provided her with the ultimate confidence.
“My wife, it’s time we consummated our marriage.”
“Once you enter my bed, you belong only to me.”
