Mo li

One imperial edict was an arranged marriage. A worthless noble daughter—lacking talent, beauty, and virtue. A discarded prince—disfigured, disabled, and gravely ill. The world declares: A perfect match!

Under the wedding veil—she smiles gently, perfectly at ease. Having faced life and death, she only wishes for peace in this life. At the wedding hall—his lips curve into a smile, but his heart is cold as ice. After enduring endless humiliation, one day, he will have the world beneath his feet.