When I was wrapped in a coarse cloth skirt to get married, Xie Shen Bi, the head of Xuanying Division, was holding my marriage certificate and sneered: "Medicine farmer?" His fingertips ran over the thin callus of my palm, "She really looks like a stupid girl who only knows how to handle herbs."
But he didn't know that the medical scriptures I had hidden could kill people, and the "half-baked" skills I pretended to be could drive the princess mad who came to steal her husband. Every time I "accidentally" fell into the pond, he sent his shadow guards to drain the cold water in advance; when I was falsely accused of stealing medicine, the short blade in his sleeve was already pressed against the framer's throat.
This cold-faced wolf insisted on pretending to be confused. He waited until I opened the old wound on his heart with a silver needle, then smiled with red eyes: "Su Xiaoben, you have fed me the bait for wolf training for three years."
