The moment blood seeped into his eyes, Shen Qingwu knew that these glazed eyes, which could penetrate the meridians, were actually life-threatening talismans.
The ninth-grade apprentice of the medical center opened the curtain of the Regent's palace and pressed a silver needle against Xiao Jingheng's neck: "The cold poison of the prince is deep into the bones, and only the daughter of a rebellious minister can cure it." The cold-faced prince pressed the cinnabar mole on her wrist, but he didn't know that these eyes, which had seen through his life experience, were betting on ten years of life.
When the descendants of Yaowang Valley offered the life-sustaining Gu, and the golden palace was filled with the incense of poison, Shen Qingwu stood in the center of the whirlpool of power and chuckled: The hand that hangs the pot to save the world can also control the world's medicinal veins.
It was just that the red candle was burning high that night, and the cold-faced prince tightened his grip on her frost-stained temples: "Do you want this country of thousands of miles, or do you want to grow old with me?" (
