Everyone covers their mouths and mocks her for being sent off to bring auspicious energy to a sickly prince who won't live past five days and become a widow, her life is over, only for me to be overjoyed at using marriage to avoid giving birth while the imperial court pays a salary and I call all the shots in the entire prince's estate; this isn't a fire pit, it's a resting paradise dropping pies from the sky! But the moment I checked the pulse, I found out that this seventh prince is not terminally ill by nature; clearly, someone poisoned him with a chronic poison for over a dozen years. So, half-cure him to save him until he can eat, sleep, and review memorials, while outside he continues to play dead dog, and the two of us team up to lie flat and slack off—no one can force me to grind.