On a snowy night in the third year of Jianzhao's reign, Su Yao climbed out of a mass grave holding a broken silver hairpin. The bowl of soothing soup fed by her legitimate mother in her previous life allowed her to see everyone's faces clearly in the sea of fire - the concubine's embroidered shoes embroidered with gold thread, the ambergris on the prince's python robe, and the dark iron sword engraved with the word "Xuan" in the dark.
In this life, she replaced the snow clams given by the imperial hospital with bone-eating powder, and cut the Shu brocade given by the emperor into tinder. Everyone knew that Ding Guogong's daughter was gentle and kind, but they didn't know that her fingertips held the life gate when diagnosing the pulse, and she had already passed the life and death book of the nobles of the dynasty.
"Ms. Su, do you know that the seventh level of the Xuanji Diagram requires human blood as a guide?" Jun Wuxie opened her medicine shop on a rainy night and brought half of the blood-stained border defense diagram.
She crushed Tianqi to stop the bleeding: "Does Your Majesty know that detoxifying licorice and arsenic decoction together is a good medicine for sealing the throat when bleeding occurs?"
When the plum trees on Zhuque Street bloomed with scarlet flowers, Su Yao burned the last prescription on the tower. Jun Wuxie's sword edge picked up the white plum blossoms in her hair: "This game of chess has come to this point. What you want to save is the common people..."
"We are still the same you and me in this life." She plunged the silver needle three inches into his heart, and took out the missing wolf-fang arrow from Saibei seventeen years ago.
