MTL - Lucky Wife at 50s - Chapter 822 822, ending 1

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

In a certain world, there was someone who excelled in magic combat, people called him 『Sage』. Seeking the strongest combat art, he devoted himself to research every magic and combat arts in existence. And the conclusion he arrived at was very cruel, 『My body is not fit for magic combat』. Yet he didn’t give up. He sealed his own soul with a magic art, and was reborn in a far-off future. And the magic theory in the completely changed world he saw there was of unbelievably low level.

Jiang Ning, who was in the boudoir, was pregnant and entered the second room of Jiang’s family with a lame leg, just as he met the emperor to choose a concubine for King Yu.

The noble ladies of the noble family participated in the selection of the concubine with all their strength, but the flower fell on the head of Jiang Ning, who was watching the fun.

Jiang Ning: “???”

She didn’t dare to let King Yu be the receiver, she tried her best to tell others that she was pregnant, but the whole world didn’t believe it.

She vomited, and they laughed at her pretending to be sick.

She was sleepy, and they laughed at her for pretending to be weak.

She had a big belly, and they laughed at her for eating too much.

Jiang Ning wanted the doctor’s proof, but all the eighteen doctors he found were of the same caliber: You just ate too much!

***

King Yu, a handsome and handsome young man, raised his eyes to look at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind.

This is the description of the fifth emperor of the emperor’s family by the people of Chang’an City.

But the real King Yu is ruthless and cruel, and only takes advantage of women.

He knew that the second lady of the Jiang family was Bai Yueguang of the emperor’s father, and that the daughter the Jiang family had just found looked exactly the same as the second lady of the Jiang family when she was young.

So, even though the girl was lame, he still threw the embroidery in his hand into her arms.

***

After marriage, he knew that he was a successor, but for the sake of the throne, even if he hated her extremely, he still pretended to spoil her until…

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