The youngest “male” imperial physician in the Imperial Medical Bureau has three big secrets:
First, she is a woman. Second, she wants to kill the emperor. Third, she cannot stop thinking about the scar on the emperor’s wrist.
Su Wanxing clutched a bloodstained plum-blossom needle as the new emperor, infamous for his brutality, coughed blood into his cup once more. Yet Xie Rongjing took her hand in front of the entire court and said, “Your golden needles are wonderfully soothing, my dear physician.” Then he cornered her in the imperial study and murmured with a bite to her earlobe, “Little Xingxing, you promised to embroider a sachet for your Crown Prince Brother all those years ago. How come you still haven’t given it to me after ten years?”
She thought she was carefully plotting her revenge, but it was really a tender trap he had woven for her. The poison in the Empress Dowager’s medicine, the spies in Prince Jing’s manor, the plum blossoms hidden in the snow: every clue pointed to the palace fire ten years ago that burned the Su family to ashes.
When her golden needle exposed the old wound beneath his dragon robe, Xie Rongjing caught her trembling fingers and pressed them to his heart. “If you want to overturn this empire, then do it. But this heart of mine, half of it was cut away by a young female physician ten years ago. Aren’t you going to make it whole again?”
[Cold and formidable emperor × scheming female physician | Childhood sweethearts with secret identities | A sweet-and-angsty tale of court intrigue]
