I transmigrated into the body of the substitute for the Northern Prince's late first love. Every night, he would grip my chin and call me by her childhood name.
To stay alive, I played the obedient role, until his first love “came back to life” and returned. One bowl of abortifacient medicine ended the life of the child I had carried for three months.
On the night I left the manor, I set the bedroom ablaze. The whole capital knew the Northern Prince had shattered the flagstones on his knees trying to win back his discarded concubine.
Eyes red, he asked the imperial physician, “Why does she keep avoiding me?”
The old physician replied, trembling, “Her spirit-separation illness has not yet healed, Your Highness. Every time you call her by your first love's name, she suffers a splitting headache.”
Later, my medical clinic in Jiangnan made me famous. He stood before me, covered in blood. “Please, save her...”
I smiled and brushed a hand over the old scar on my belly. “Certainly. Your heart's blood will be the key ingredient.”
