A Heart Carved Out for Medicine: The Useless Heiress Goes on a Killing Spree

The night a top modern toxicologist transmigrated into the cast-off daughter of a marquis's household, torrential rain washed the poison from her throat.

A “spirit-plant space” awakened with her blood: three mu of barren fields and a spring. It could save lives, and brew toxins that killed without a trace.

Her stepmother mocked her as useless? One bowl of mushroom soup left a cruel servant writhing in agony.

The imperial physicians condemned her methods as witchcraft? Her cesarean delivery left the entire Imperial Medical Academy stunned.

Then she stumbled upon the secret of the bone-corroding poison beneath a dry well, and the frail crown prince seized her by the throat. “Cure this poison, and I'll leave your corpse intact.”

Xiao Jue coughed blood and laughed softly. “If I die, I'll drag you down with me.”

She drove a poison needle into his heart in return. “How convenient. This poison needs the heart's blood of a living person to work. Your Highness, may I borrow your life?” Later, blood rained down in the golden palace.

The civil and military officials watched as the empress carved the heart from the enemy nation's tyrant and presented it, dripping with blood, to the new emperor as medicine.

Her phoenix robe stained red, she smiled. “Be good, husband. It's time to purge this land of poison.”