A genius apothecary transmigrated into the body of a divorced, abandoned princess. Everyone thought she was a useless fool.
In a fit of pique, Su Nanjin latched onto the regent, a man who held power over the entire court.
Before long, she had become one of the most influential people in the capital.
Everyone said she had climbed up by currying favor with the regent, and that every night he, the terrifying God of Slaughter, tormented her mercilessly.
At that very moment, inside their room...
The regent knelt on a washboard, ingratiating smile on his face. “My lady, is this pressure all right?”
Su Nanjin lounged with one leg crossed, looking thoroughly pleased. “Mm-hmm, not bad... You're getting better at this! You can sleep in the bed tonight...”
At last, the man whose efforts had finally earned her approval cheered, “Yes!!!”
