Dismantling Poison Packages in Ancient Times

The instant the poisoned wine slid down her throat, Su Nuo woke inside her coffin. A timid, soft-spoken concubine-born daughter is about to hang herself? She tears off the fake-sweet mask instead, only to find that all her modern archaeological skills have suddenly vanished “Don’t be afraid.” The catlike young lord comes striding through the moonlight with a dagger between his teeth. “No trash gets to lay a hand on my prey.” When the thin calluses on his palm brush the bruises around her neck, the pack of shadow guards actually bows and cries, “Mistress!” As modern medical texts collide with ancient political schemes, Su Nuo forgets a page of her memories each time she saves someone, yet etches the cinnabar mole at the corner of Mu Yan’s eye into her mind. “Young Lord, could I put your promise on credit?” The Su family ancestral hall collapses in flames. Stepping over the backs of her own kin, she laughs softly. “This wedding cup should be toasted to the King of Hell.” A nine-link chain falls onto the golden steps, and the catlike powerbroker traps her on the imperial throne. “If you run again, Madam, I’ll tear this empire apart.” [Poisoned concubine-born daughter × affectionate powerbroker | dual rebirth, face-slapping wish fulfillment | one atrocious character taken down in every chapter]