Half a month ago, You Jingshu was still the legitimate son of the prime minister, the top scholar of the capital, riding high on success. Who could have foreseen the fickleness of imperial favor? Overnight, his great mansion collapsed, and his entire family was exiled to their ancestral hometown. Misfortunes never come singly—while rescuing his little sister from a fire, You Jingshu had his legs crushed by a falling beam. Fortunately, his fiancée’s family honored the marriage contract. On the wedding night, when You Jingshu lifted the red veil, the person before him turned out to be the laughingstock of the capital—his foolish brother-in-law! Overwhelmed with rage, You Jingshu spat out a mouthful of blood. Wen Lang, who had just regained his senses after years of idiocy: “…” Not only was his "wife" a man, but he was also a sickly invalid, living in abject poverty with elderly and children to care for. Luckily, he possessed a spatial ability—healing illnesses, saving lives, and making a fortune were no trouble at all. The villagers: “The You family’s truly pitiful—the eldest son’s a cripple, and his wife’s an idiot.” But then they saw Wen Lang return from the mountains carrying a roe deer. After that, You Jingshu followed him up the mountain too. And soon after, the You family prospered. The villagers: “Young Master Wen is such a prosperous spouse—just look at his childbearing hips!” Wen Lang: “I’m a man.” The villagers’ eyes sparkled: “How about my son/daughter for you?” You Jingshu: “Breaking up marriages earns you a donkey kick.”