After a mission goes wrong, Lin Shuran, a master poison-maker, unexpectedly transmigrates into the body of a low-ranking cannon-fodder consort in Emperor Yongde’s harem.
The consorts are constantly at each other’s throats, setting traps everywhere.
She endures endless torment and nearly dies in a fire. If she didn’t know medicine and understand its principles, she would surely have died long ago.
She keeps swallowing her pride, again and again, only for her parents and brothers to end up in prison and her family to be torn apart.
If no one harms me, I won’t harm them. If anyone harms me, I’ll wipe them out root and branch.
A palace struggle? No problem. It’s time to put my professional skills to work.
She drops her disguise and enters the game, advancing step by step. In public, she is a timid, delicate little flower; behind closed doors, she is a master poison-maker who kills without batting an eye.
In her hands, medicine is poison, and poison is medicine.
One dose can take a life; one silver needle can kill without a trace.
And yet Emperor Yongde is taken with this poisonous rose.
When she publicly humiliates the Noble Consort, Emperor Yongde doesn’t blame her. Instead, he demotes the Noble Consort and draws Lin Shuran into his arms to comfort her.
Emperor Yongde: I want you to become the most honored woman in the world and gaze down upon this splendid realm by my side.
Lin Shuran: This happiness came a little out of nowhere, but I suppose I’ll accept it.
