Sword Shadow and Floating Incense Record

A wisp of fragrance lasts for thousands of years, and half a jade hosta seals a romance. Shen Suxin, a modern female doctor, accidentally touches a mysterious ancient hairpin and travels through time to become the frail and sickly eldest daughter of a martial arts family. The original owner not only left her the title of "the most talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River", but also left an engagement with Xie Wuchen, the young master of Tingxue Tower - that master of swordsmanship but cold as ice. Why did he always look at her with a searching look in his eyes? At the bloody engagement banquet, the sharp blade of the Nether Palace tore through the false calm. She uses modern medical skills to save lives and heal the wounded, and he protects her with his three-foot green sword. When Xie Wuchen's sword tip opened the unsent secret letter she had hidden close to her body, the two of them discovered at the same time: The death of the original owner was not an accident, her time travel was not a coincidence, and the hosta that could take her home was the secret treasure that had been fighting for hundreds of years! "Who exactly is Miss Shen?" Xie Wuchen's fingertips brushed against the cinnabar mole on her neck, where there should have been traces of the longevity lock that he tied with his own hands when he was a child. "An answer you might not believe." She held the hosta tightly, and the words "Fuxiang" on the end of the hairpin oozed blood under the moonlight. When modern thinking collides with the ancient world, the gentle doctor meets the cold sword master. In the whirlpool of conspiracy and love, the most dangerous thing is never the poison of Nether Palace, but—— He knew that her soul had changed owners, but he was willing to drink poison to quench his deep love. ◆Two powerful people love each other/suspense detective/time and space secrets "If this hairpin can take you back to where you came from," Xie Wuchen put her hand on his heart and the tip of the sword against her throat, "it should go through here first." ——The night of the full moon is approaching, and the hosta shines again. How should she choose this time?