[Double crazy batches take off each other's waistcoats + Shura field in past and present lives, medical poison master vs. Yandere prince, dark reversal of the game within the game]
After a tragic death, I became a good-for-nothing concubine for the Prime Minister's Palace to marry. On the night of the wedding, the sick prince pinched my neck and chuckled: "Prime Minister, how did you come up with your method of examining injuries?" I pressed my silver needle against his life gate: "Has your prince planned that the eldest princess will do the autopsy today?"
Everyone knows that the Eighth Prince Rong Jing will not live long enough to survive, but they don't know that his secret room is filled with my portraits, and even the sandalwood in his bed is the same as the one I mixed three hundred years ago. The ends of his eyes turned red when he drank my blood to prolong his life, but he held me in his arms on a thunderstorm night and trembled: "Wanwan, you have come back to claim my life."
