“He has a heart-devouring curse and won’t live past twenty-five. She was born unable to feel pain, yet can see every affliction in the world.”
The Seventh Prince of Great Zhao, Xiao Jingheng, is gentle as jade and unmatched in strategy. But after being poisoned with the imperial family’s secret heart-devouring curse, he was told he would never live to see twenty. An old wound marks his left wrist. Every full moon, he cuts it open and bleeds himself, using pain to drown out pain.
Shen Zhaoyang, daughter of an itinerant physician, was born with differently colored irises. Her right eye can see the source of an illness, but she has no idea what pain feels like. An avalanche sends her tumbling into Xiao Jingheng’s arms, where she glimpses the strange black aura coiled around his heart. This is no ordinary heart ailment, but a deadly poison left behind by a witchcraft case from twenty years ago!
“You can see it?” He crushes the medicine bowl, murder in his eyes.
“I can cure it.” She cuts off a lock of her own hair and ties it around his wrist. “A life for a life. I’ll take the gamble with you.”
When a barefoot doctor’s daughter plunges into the Eastern Palace’s deadly intrigue, her golden needles expose the Imperial Medical Bureau’s shocking secrets;
When the dying prince falls to his knees for her, shattering them, and uses their betrothal as a shield against three thousand arrows;
She cuts open her chest to draw the curse into herself, while he gives her half his sight to take on her pain…
“Xiao Jingheng, I can feel pain now… So this is how much you’ve suffered all these years.”
“Zhaoyang, don’t look.” He covers her shimmering, mismatched eyes. “My empire is not worthy of your healer’s heart.”
[Mutual healing + medical intrigue]
“You think this is a romance? No, it’s a satisfying revenge story wrapped in a layer of sweetness!”
