Gods and Buddhas Are Hard to See and You Are Hard to Find

In the gloomy prison-like house of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Su Yao, the eldest daughter, has long been tightly shackled by the shackles of fate and can't breathe. The personal maid Lu Qi, with eyes as red and swollen as peach from crying, tremblingly handed a simple black porcelain bottle to Su Yao, with endless sadness in her voice: "Miss, this is the 'Butterfly Dream Gu' given by the witch doctor. After taking this medicine, you can get rid of this nightmarish identity as the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. From then on, you can remain anonymous and regain your freedom." Su Yao stared at the porcelain bottle with dull eyes. It glowed strangely in the dim light, just like a magic box that determined her life and death. "Although this medicine can make me appear to be terminally ill and dead within seven days, the process is worse than death. If anything goes wrong, it will be difficult to wake up..." Lu Qi burst into tears and asked almost pleadingly: "Miss, have you really thought about it?" Su Yao's expression is so calm that it's scary, just like the dead and calm lake. She slowly poured out the pills and swallowed them without any hesitation. The bitterness of the pills spread in her mouth, but how could this bitterness be compared with the abyss of pain in her heart? She raised her hand, her movements slow and weak, and gently wiped away Lu Qi's tears.