Synopsis
A royal decree joined them in marriage. A noble family's daughter, three failings stacked against her: no talent, no beauty, no virtue to speak of. A tr*sh wangye – scarred face, broken body, barely clinging to life. Everyone agreed: a fitting pair! Bridal veil lowered – she carried a faint smile. Unhurried. Settled. She had already walked through death once; all she wanted now was to live quietly. Stepping into the wedding hall – he kept a thin smile on his face, but his heart was ice straight through. He had swallowed every kind of humiliation there was. Still, there…
