She was a renowned battlefield medic, blessed with exceptional talent and unmatched skills. Her medicine could bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bare bone, and her medical expertise was unrivaled throughout China.
After transmigrating, she became a disgraced princess of the Southern Kingdom, beaten to death by poison; a valiant heir who disguised herself as a man to fight on the battlefield; a lowly hostage trapped in an enemy kingdom; and a proud princess who outwitted the ministers at court. She had a thousand faces and was clever and quick-witted, yet he backed her into a corner at every turn.
He was the Southern Kingdom's peerless God of War, dazzlingly talented, wielding a silver sword to command the world. Naturally aloof and proud, he kept everything under control and every matter in the palm of his hand. But her arrival threw his heart into disarray.
“Hero, don't get the wrong idea. I'm only interested in your body. I have absolutely no improper intentions toward you.”
“Now that you've seen me, don't you dare refuse to take responsibility!” The first time they met, she stared at his physique for ages, unable to look away.
From then on, he kept chasing her and demanding she take responsibility. After all, if you come out to look, you have to let the other person look back.
