The Salted Fish Has Moved On

Jiang Juan had transmigrated into a book, becoming a cannon fodder who had pretended to be sick for many years, and was forcibly married off to Prince Li, Xue Fangli. However, no one knew that Xue Fangli wouldn’t live past three chapters. Jiang Juan only needed to endure him until he died, and then he would harvest a happy salted fish life. On the day of their marriage— Xue Fangli: “I don’t have much time left. I’ve wronged you.” Jiang Juan: “You haven’t wronged me, Your Highness. It’s an honor for me to be associated with someone as distinguished as you.” Xue Fangli: “How do you feel about leaving? Would you like that?” Jiang Juan: “I am willing to accompany Your Highness forever.” After a moment of silence, Xue Fangli coughed lightly, blood seeping from his fingers. “In that case, I’ll come back in a few days to ask you again.” Jiang Juan’s face paled, but inwardly, he was ecstatic. — You will ask me again in a few days? That’s impossible. You’ll die within three chapters. Xue Fangli remained silent, quietly scoffing to himself. — You are willing to accompany me forever? With your frailty, how long can you hold on? * Later, three chapters had passed, and although Xue Fangli frequently coughed up blood, he remained alive and well. Several months later, while Jiang Juan’s heart condition often flared up, he remained unharmed. Xue Fangli: ? Jiang Juan: ? Later on, as the plot took unexpected turns, Xue Fangli ascended to the throne, and both of them changed their minds. —He couldn’t die. On this day, a renowned physician from Jiangnan arrived in the capital. Jiang Juan immediately left the palace to find him. He kicked open the door of his room and said, “Physician, my husband often coughs up blood and is weak. I’m not ready to be a widow yet. Can you help…?” Inside the room, Xue Fangli grabbed the renowned physician by the neck with one hand and lifted him up, his face darkened. “My Empress suffers from heart disease, and his condition often worsens. He’s frail and unable to care for himself. Will you treat him, or…?” The two people’s eyes met. “?” Something serious has happened.