Once known for his ruthless cruelty, Peyton, the infamous Prince of Northbay, was stripped of his title and power, becoming a cripple after falling victim to a vicious plot. Now, the disgraced Fourth Prince is nothing more than a forgotten invalid.
The Noble House of Glory, unwilling to sacrifice their legitimate daughter, pushed forward their unfavored daughter, Serenity, to be married off in her place.
The Fourth Prince's estate was nothing more than a dilapidated courtyard on the outskirts of the capital, covered in cobwebs and ignored by all. Peyton, with his crippled leg, lay confined to his bed, covered in filth. He glared at Serenity with cold eyes filled with suspicion and disgust.
But Serenity was surprisingly pleased. Here, there were no scheming sisters or a cruel mistress of the house. She was free to do as she pleased, raising chickens and tending to her vegetable garden. She believed that even the two of them could live a good life together.
The only problem was her seemingly difficult and disabled husband...
Serenity, carrying a bowl of food, crouched down beside Peyton and pleaded with him, "I'll give you all the meat. You have to be a little nicer to me, okay?"
The battle for the throne had turned brother against brother. In one calculated attack, Peyton suffered a grievous injury. Lying there with a broken leg, he thought his life was over.
Unexpectedly, his newly wedded wife burst into his life, bringing with her a sweet fragrance and a smile, like a ray of light piercing through the fog.
How could he bear to be just "a little nicer" to her? He wanted to cherish her, to hold her in the palm of his hand as the most precious jewel in the world.
The betrothal gift, at the time of their wedding, had been a mere three bags of millet. Now, he would offer her the entire kingdom, just to win a single smile from her