[Two unhinged leads expose each other’s secret identities + a battlefield of past and present lives; master of medicine and poison vs. a possessive prince; dark twists within twists]
After a gruesome death, I find myself reborn as a good-for-nothing concubine-born daughter, sent to marry in place of someone else from the Prime Minister’s household. On our wedding night, the sickly prince grips my throat and laughs. “Prime Minister, how did you learn to examine wounds like that?” I press a silver needle to his vital point. “Did Your Highness know the Grand Princess would come to examine the body today?”
Everyone knows that Prince Eighth, Rong Jing, won’t live to see twenty, but no one knows his secret chamber is filled with portraits of me, and even the sandalwood incense in his bedchamber is exactly like the blend I made three hundred years ago. He drinks my blood to stay alive, his eyes reddening, yet on a stormy night he holds me captive in his arms, trembling. “Wanwan, you’ve come back to claim my life.”
