Chi Qingyu, a master of poison and medicine in the modern world, had an accident that sent her transmigrating to an unfamiliar ancient world. She also became a cast-off wife, scorned by everyone and pregnant with a “bastard child.”
(Chi Qingyu stood angrily in front of a dilapidated house, fists clenched.) “Hmph! What kind of nonsense is this?”
She raised her hand and decided to face it head-on. No problem! She’d give birth to her son and raise him herself. With her abilities, there was no way she couldn’t make a decent life for them.
As the days passed, Chi Qingyu gradually established herself in this unfamiliar world, relying on her expertise in poison and medicine.
(Chi Qingyu smiled as she watched her son play.) “Sweetheart, we’ll be living the good life before long!”
The little boy was clever, too. But one day, he stole some medicine to snack on, and somehow ended up finding himself a father.
(One day, an exceptionally handsome man suddenly appeared before them, staring at the child in surprise.) “This child...”
Chi Qingyu warily shielded her son, brow furrowed. “Who are you?”
The man’s gaze was deep, his tone firm. “This is my child.”
Chi Qingyu scoffed and folded her arms. “You say he is, so he is? What kind of lunatic are you?”
But the more time she spent with him, the more Chi Qingyu realized that this man’s identity was not so simple...
