Shen Yu was forced by her vicious elder half-sister to marry in her place, becoming the bride of the Ninth Prince—a crippled prince infamous for his brutality and bloodthirsty nature.
Everyone said the Ninth Prince was a living King of Hell, and that Shen Yu wouldn’t survive more than three days after entering his manor.
The Ninth Prince himself was convinced that this substitute bride had been planted by his enemies as a spy.
On their wedding night, he rolled his wheelchair toward her, his fingers tightening around her slender neck as he prepared to kill her—
Then he suddenly heard a cheerful young woman’s voice in his head.
(Wow! A real-life tyrant! Those abs, that icy aura… No wonder he’s the capital’s most handsome man!)
(What a pity the rumors say he’s a eunuch. Otherwise, I’d definitely sneak a feel. Wait… turns out he’s perfectly fine? He’s only pretending to be disabled?!)
The Ninth Prince:...?!
The hand around her neck froze.
Everyone expected Shen Yu to be tortured to death, her body never even leaving the prince’s manor intact.
Instead, this laid-back “salted fish” not only survived but spent her days sitting on a little stool in the front row of the prince’s residence, happily munching on snacks while watching everyone else’s drama unfold. Before long, she was doted on endlessly by the Ninth Prince and eventually became Empress.
Her elder half-sister, who had been eagerly waiting to watch her downfall: ???
The noble ladies of the imperial court all came to Shen Yu for advice on how she had managed to survive by the side of the terrifying “Living King of Hell.”
Cracking sunflower seeds, Shen Yu answered with a straight face.
“I simply behave myself.”
“The only tiring part is that every night he insists on proving he’s not a eunuch. Other than that, he’s actually a wonderfully kind man.”
“If anyone dares badmouth me behind my back, he’ll wipe out their entire clan overnight. He’s incredibly reasonable.”
The noble ladies trembled in fear.
You call that reasonable?!
