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I Married a Dying Man
Ye Qing has exactly one rule: she isn't afraid of dying — only of being poor.
So when the great Marquis of Zhenguo needs a bride to turn his luck — a wedding meant to chase the sickness out of his dying heir — the daughter of a back-alley apothecary says yes without blinking. Marry the doomed lord, wear widow's white for the proper three years, walk away with a fortune, and open the finest clinic in the capital. A very sensible plan.
There's just one problem.
On her wedding night, Ye Qing takes her new husband's pulse out of habit — and finds it strong, steady, and utterly, infuriatingly alive.
Xie Zhan is not dying of any illness. He's being poisoned, one slow breath at a time, by someone inside his own household — and he has let the entire capital believe he's at death's door to draw the killer out. He didn't choose a country physician's daughter for her face. He chose her because she is the only living soul who can see the poison threading through his veins.
Now the bride who married a corpse is the only thing keeping him breathing. And as the two of them trade barbs across a sickbed and hunt a murderer through the halls of a marquis's estate, Ye Qing learns that the most dangerous thing in this house isn't the poison.
It's the man who was never supposed to survive.
A slow-burn historical romance. Marriage of convenience · forced proximity · a competent, unbothered heroine · a scheming, slow-melting hero · only-one-who-can-save-him · a poison-mystery that runs fifteen years deep.