Yan Shu never dreamed that she, the most talented person in medicine and poisoning, would die like this.
But if you say you're going to hang up, hang up, and you'll be reborn as a useless princess, who obviously has a good hand but plays it poorly.
What prince, what green tea and white lotus, let's see if she doesn't treat them one by one.
It's hard to cure the brain, and it's hard to cure the eyes. If it doesn't work, I'll give him a poison to seal his throat.
But I don't want to end up...
Shen Xiuting: Shushu, let's not get along, okay?
Yan Shu: Uncle? Who is your uncle? Peace and separation.
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