Shen Qingwu swallowed his aunt's poisoned wine and was reborn on the wedding sedan. In her previous life, she died on her wedding night. Prince Jing Xiao Heng coughing up blood was the last indifferent scenery she saw. In this life, she picked at her throat and spit out poison, took the initiative to lift her hijab, and smiled at the sickly prince in the wheelchair: "Your Highness, how about a deal? I know you won't live until March next year, and I also know that you practice swordplay in the withered bamboo forest every night."
The black sword edge was pressed against her throat, and the ice in Xiao Heng's eyes shattered: "The princess knows too much."
From a sedan chair to a deep palace, from a concubine to a powerful woman. She relies on her medical skills and prophetic skills step by step, while he removes the diseased bones and controls life and death. When the conspiracy of Luoshui bursting its banks surfaced, and when the shadow on the Dragon Throne shrouded them, they were the sharpest sword and the toughest shield.
"Ah Wu, this country is too heavy," he held her hand holding the sword, "I can only hold it with you, so I won't feel cold."
