She crushed the blood book and mixed the rotten bone powder into the tea cup - Lin Suyao was dead, but the poison in the house was just about to take effect.
The sword that destroyed the family three years ago was still in front of me, and the concubine who was pushed to block the sword by her adoptive father Zhao Shouren now came back wearing the mask of a "poison master".
She mixed her aunt's rouge with skin-corrosive powder, buried it in the housekeeper's ginseng soup for seven days, and even her adoptive father's secret letter about having an affair with a foreign enemy was soaked in Heding red until the handwriting became rotten. Everyone thought it was a dirty trick in the house fight, but they didn't know that every step of the way was skinning and removing bones for the murder of the Lin family.
Until that night, when she was squatting on the beam to cut the spy's throat, her waist suddenly tightened.
The folding fan of Shen Mingyuan, the number one counselor in the southern border, lifted her veil, and there seemed to be a cold pool in his eyes: "Is Miss Lin's poison a personal revenge, or..." His fingertips ran across the silver bracelet where she hid the poison, "Returning the case for the remnants of the previous dynasty?"
When the bloody seal in the poison bag met half of the map in his sleeve, when the conspiracy in the house collided with the chess game between the two countries - Lin Suyao pinched the poison-quenching silver needle and smiled: "Master Shen wants information from the Central Plains?"
Okay, give me your heart in exchange. "
In this game, she wants Zhao Shouren's life, the Lin family's innocence, and even more so the man who said "each one has his own master". She will lose without even a way out.
Love is hidden in the sword's light and poisonous mist, and sincerity is revealed in the battle of wits and intrigues.
Let's see how the poisonous doctor uses poison as a blade to kill all the evildoers, and accepts a wounded counselor as a bet - she will definitely win this game.
