The night Lin Wan transmigrated into the role of a marquis's new bride, brought in to bring him good fortune, her sickly husband died right before her eyes.
When the marquis's wife forced Lin Wan to drink poison and follow him in death, I turned around and poured the wine into my space.
Just when she was thrown into the countryside to await her death, Lin Wan awakened a farming space.
Herbs watered with spirit spring revived children stricken by the plague, and the name of a miracle doctor shook the capital.
On a night of torrential rain, the powerful begged for life-saving medicine. When I opened the door, I saw a man in a black robe soaked with blood.
“Was faking your death fun?” I pressed a hoe against his throat.
He took my trembling hand and pressed it to his abdomen. “The poison tore through my insides. My dear wife, will you save me once more?”
