Mo Li

A single imperial decree, a marriage bestowed. The bride: a noble daughter with three strikes: no talent, no looks, no virtue. The groom: a "useless" prince—disfigured, disabled, gravely ill. Everyone scoffs: a perfect match. Beneath the wedding veil—she smiles gently, calm and composed. Having faced life and death, all she wants is to lead a quiet life. Going up to the wedding hall - he wears a faint smile, but his heart is ice. Humiliated and scorned, he vows one day to trample the world beneath his feet. "He is my husband. To deceive him is to deceive me. To insult him is to insult me. To harm him is to harm me. If anyone dares hurt me—I will eliminate them." "I do not believe in gods or ghosts. I do not seek the heavens. If she dies, I will turn this world into a purgatory, and I will offer the whole kingdom as her funeral rites!