Medicine man Lan Zhi was involved in the palace puzzle because of a blood poison Jade Cicada, and he and Gong Yushen, who was possessed by silk poison, had a symbiotic relationship in the cold pool blood sacrifice. She used a silver hairpin to break the poison, and he used a sword to protect his love. The cinnabar lines intertwined between their wrists were both the mark of the poison and the fetters of fate.
" She wanted to push him away, but no sound came out from her throat, so she could only let the poison pull her body closer.
Gong Yushen clasped her flailing wrist and touched the hot deep purple lines on her wrist, which made her heart tingle. "Don't resist," his voice was hoarse, and his fingertips brushed against her hot skin, "This is poison, not your true intention."
In the backyard of her Mingzhou Medicine Hall, blue branches were drying snow-topped white flowers. Gong Yushen hugged her from behind and rested his chin on the top of her hair. "A boy came to the medicine hall today and stared at you for half a cup of tea."
Lanzhi laughed, turned around and poked him in the chest: "The regent is still jealous?"
"In front of you, I am just Gong Yushen."
