On the day she was trampled into mud, Lin Qinghuan opened her eyes in the poisonous blood.
Five delicate fingers pressed against the neck of the deceitful master and the evil slave, and all the poison was gone in an instant - these hands that could see through all kinds of poisons were the sharpest knives in the Medicine King Valley.
The cold-faced guard Shen Yan slapped the marriage certificate on the case: "What I want is the medicine man who can poison the imperial power." But she pressed the antidote against his heart: "What I want is the head of the murderer who killed the family."
When a contracted marriage broke up a blood feud, the chief of Yaowang Valley drank poisonous wine with the orphan of the exterminated family.
The regent's chronic poison network enveloped the court, and they used stronger poison to open up the rot twenty years ago.
"Shen Yan, every time I save you, my life will be shortened by three years."
"Qing Huan, when the dust settles, this king's blood will be your life-sustaining soup."
The ninth-grade pharmacist ascended the steps through blood, and the poisonous lady took charge of the Medicine King Valley.
Let's see how the good-for-nothing princess fights fire with fire, and in the whirlpool of intrigues, she cultivates the cruelest knife and the sweetest antidote.
