The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

However, King Qi, Wei Jingnan, was faster and easily grabbed Ruan Mozhu's ankle, putting her in an awkward position.

"My dear consort, you have such a refined taste." Wei Jingnan glanced at the two of them and said slowly, then raised an eyebrow at Ruan Mozhu.

"As for what I'm doing, of course I'm consummating our marriage, my beloved concubine." Wei Jingnan deliberately emphasized the last word of the address.

Ruan Mozhu's face flushed red and then turned pale as she suddenly realized something was wrong.

“You’re not disabled,” she exclaimed incredulously.

"Does my beloved concubine really wish for her husband to be disabled?"

Ruan Mozhu ignored his teasing and said, "How could that be? Everyone says that Prince Qi is a sickly man with a disability. Aren't you like that during the day too? I get it," she stared wide-eyed at Wei Jingnan, "You're not Prince Qi, you're someone else impersonating him, right?"

The more she talked, the more excited she became, and the more likely it seemed. Then she couldn't help but turn her head towards the door and shout, "Help! Someone's impersonating Qi Wuwu!"

Before Ruan Mozhu could finish speaking, Wei Jingnan, whose face had darkened, covered her mouth.

Wei Jingnan hissed, "Shut up!" Ruan Mozhu glared at him defiantly.

Wei Jingnan found it somewhat amusing, but didn't show it. Instead, he casually remarked, "You've brought these people in, aren't you afraid I'll tell them you're an imposter posing as Princess Qi?"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Ruan Mozhu froze: "How did you know?"

The sound suddenly stopped, and Ruan Mozhu immediately remembered what she had said before he went to sleep. "So you were just pretending to be asleep back then." Ruan Mozhu felt even more angry, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

Wei Jingnan looked down at the disheveled woman beneath him, her cheeks puffed up like steamed buns, and his eyes darkened.

He had never seen such a strange woman before. From the moment she entered the bridal chamber, she was muttering words he couldn't understand at all. She kept trying to figure out what "computer" and "phone" meant, but he couldn't understand them even after trying for a long time. And then it got even worse. This woman actually poked his face with chopsticks dipped in saliva. Heaven knows he almost lost his composure and jumped up.

According to the intelligence Wei Jingnan had gathered, the princess who was to marry him to bring him good luck was an assassin sent by the crown prince to kill him. That's why he decided to pretend to be exhausted and faint to lure her away. Unexpectedly, he overheard something even more interesting.

Could it be that the assassin kept by the Crown Prince would be replaced by a clumsy, ordinary woman?

Wei Jingnan glanced at Ruan Mozhu again, inwardly scoffing at the idea, finding it utterly impossible. However, he didn't know Ruan Mozhu's background and couldn't let her leave easily, nor did he dare to keep her by his side.

"What exactly do you want? Can't we talk this out?" For some reason, Ruan Mozhu suddenly felt scared as she looked at the increasingly gloomy face of the man above her, and begged for mercy in a softer and softer voice.

Wei Jingnan suddenly moved, gave her a deep look, and then, from somewhere, pulled out a medicine bottle. With a flick of his thumb, he popped the stopper off.

"What are you going to do?" Ruan Mozhu suddenly felt uneasy and cried out in panic, but Wei Jingnan quickly poured out a brown pill and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

That wasn't all. Wei Jingnan even reached back and grabbed a slender-necked wine cup, then poked the bottle into Ruan Mozhu's mouth and poured it out.

Forced to swallow the pill, Ruan Mozhu saw a slight smile curve at the corner of his thin lips as he finally released his grip on her.

As soon as she was freed from her restraints, Ruan Mozhu suddenly rolled over and lay on the edge of the bed, dry heaving, but nothing came out.

Ruan Mozhu turned around and glared at Wei Jingnan hatefully, her eyes filled with tears, her throat sore and her voice muffled as she shouted, "What did you feed me?"

"Poison." Wei Jingnan put down the wine cup, leaned against the bedside, and said leisurely.

Now that things have come to this, he is no longer worried that Ruan Mozhu will slip out of his grasp.

"You poisoned me?" Ruan Mozhu asked incredulously, her voice trembling slightly.

The thought of swallowing some unknown poison brought back a flood of images of poison techniques she had seen in TV dramas.

Tears streamed down her face. "No, I don't want to die so ugly, boohoo!"

Wei Jingnan was taken aback by her reaction, but quickly recovered: "Why are you crying? You're not going to die yet."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Mozhu opened her big, teary eyes and looked at him in a daze. Her watery appearance inexplicably made Wei Jingnan's heart skip a beat.

“Let’s make a deal,” Wei Jingnan stepped forward, lifting Ruan Mozhu’s chin with his long fingers and looking down at her. “The antidote to the poison you ingested is only available to me. And if you want the antidote, you have to agree to one condition.”

"What conditions"

This book is the first to be published on Kanshuwang Novel.