“The spiritual eye opens, revealing every meridian; the Qingli Spring wells up, and every herb fills the air with fragrance.”
Su Chenbi, the former young marchioness of the Marquis of Dingbei, cast out by her husband, returned to the capital armed with a modern special agent’s ruthlessness and the unparalleled medical and poison expertise she had mastered over two lifetimes.
Her former mother-in-law accused her of bringing bad luck to her husband. Su Chenbi promptly drove a needle into the back of the woman’s neck. “This delusion of yours, was it caused by the Heart-Eroding Poison of the Phantom Doctor?”
Her husband’s mistress provoked her, flaunting her pregnancy. Su Chenbi brushed the woman’s pregnancy pulse with her fingertip and said, “This baby? I’m afraid it’s a Soul-Stealing Parasite raised by the Phantom Doctor.”
The noble ladies of the capital mocked her for having no one to rely on. She swept her sleeve and scattered a roomful of thousand-year-old medicinal herbs. “The Xu Hu Sect says my medical skills are unorthodox? Then let me show you what it means to bring the dead back to life with a golden needle!”
Most outrageous of all was Pei Yanzhi, the young heir who pretended to be a wastrel. He smashed ten jars of Daughter’s Red outside her door, claiming they were “in celebration of the discarded wife,” while his covert guards had already tied up everyone who had hurt her and hauled them off to the woodshed.
“Shen Bi,” he said, taking her silver needle in his hand, a fire hidden in his eyes for ten years. “You saved my mother’s life back then. Now I want you to rule the Pei family.”
Discarded wife? Medical immortal? The capital would soon tremble at the sight of her needles!
