After unexpectedly transmigrating, Song Xiangsi thought she had ended up among the kinds of people found in novels: a scheming younger sister who pretended to be innocent and a hypocritical stepmother. She never imagined they were all people who wanted to protect her. She wanted to live a good life, but things never went as planned.
After marrying the Seventh Prince, a god of war, she faced traps and plots at every turn. With a miraculous healer's space, superb medical skills, a silver needle, and a scalpel, she navigated the imperial palace with ease.
When the army was defeated at Yumenguan, she traveled a thousand miles to save her husband. At her call, thousands of medical clinics raised their banners, and she alone saved the entire army.
She could execute the Crown Prince and save the Emperor, while also making people beautiful and earning money. She had never been the timid sort of woman who stayed tucked away in the inner chambers. She was the Seventh Princess Consort, a woman who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him!
Rumors claimed that the Seventh Princess Consort was arrogant, vicious by nature, and guilty of every evil under the sun. She had burned down the Nan family estate and beaten a concubine of the Prime Minister's household to death. Her reputation was infamous, her crimes innumerable.
“Your Highness, the Princess Consort is fighting with the Nan family's young lady.”
“I heard the Nan family has a valuable estate in the suburbs. Burn it down.”
“Your Highness, the Princess Consort has killed someone. It was the Noble Consort's birth mother, and she's been locked up in the Heavenly Prison.”
Before the servant could finish speaking, Ye Mochen was already rushing toward Wutong Palace with a sword in hand. With one stroke, he killed Noble Consort Qi.
If you kill, I'll hand you the blade. If you set fires, I'll light the smoke. Whether in the highest heavens or the deepest depths, in life or death, I will always be by your side.
