A healer cannot heal himself. Only his life can serve as medicine
The prophecy that Jiang Qingxue would not live past twenty shattered into blood-red ice crystals on the night she met Xiao Jing. She was the last heir of Medicine King Valley, the mysterious master of Snow Abyss Pavilion, and the deadliest poison on the emperor’s chessboard. When the tip of his sword lifted her veil, revealing a face seven parts similar to that of the Second Prince imprisoned in the dungeon, twenty years of palace secrets came rushing in, wrapped in frost and deadly poison.
Xiao Jing was both the Silver Moon Hall master, a demon of the battlefield, and the Third Prince, lost among the common folk. He drank the bitter wine of the Heart-Burning Art and tempered his meridians into a cage to contain her cold poison. Yet before the countless bronze mirrors in the Mirror Palace, he discovered the most painful truth: the blood in their veins carried poison brewed by one and the same conspiracy.
When the twin jades awaken at the touch of blood, and the Snow-Soul Grass burns into tribulation ash, who will be the final medicinal catalyst in this deadly wager between ashes and frost?
[Ancient-Style Power Struggles × Fated Tragic Romance × Mystery of the Twins]
I would trade a lifetime of medical skill for half a moment of your sincerity
