The mission failed, and poison-making master Lin Shuran accidentally traveled through time and became a lowly cannon fodder in Emperor Yongde's harem.
The concubines from all walks of life were fighting each other and digging holes everywhere.
She was tortured and almost died in the fire. If she hadn't known medical skills and principles, she might have died long ago.
She endured it again and again, but in exchange her parents and brothers were imprisoned, and her relatives were separated.
If people don't harm me, I won't harm others. If someone harms me, I'll cut off the roots.
Isn't it just a palace fight? It's okay, it's time to show professionalism.
She took off her disguise, entered the situation with her own body, and worked step by step. In front of others, she was a weak and cowardly little white flower, and behind others, she was a poison-making master who killed people without blinking an eye.
In her hands, medicine is poison and poison is medicine.
A dose of medicine can kill a person, but a silver needle can kill people invisible.
However, Emperor Yongde also liked poisonous roses like her.
Emperor Yongde not only did not blame the concubine when he slapped her in the face in public, but instead demoted the concubine's status and held her in his arms to coax her.
Emperor Yongde: I want you to become the most noble woman in the world and overlook the beautiful mountains and rivers with me.
Lin Shuran: This happiness comes a bit suddenly, so accept it reluctantly.
