Once Shen Qingyue assumed the role of the chief minister's runaway wife, she was bound by the system to cure that gloomy and paranoid man before the coldness of her original body jumped into the lake dissipated. The silver needle of a modern medical student saved the typhoid fever in the slums, but it could not cure the madness in Lu Chenzhou's eyes - he pinched her neck and chuckled: "Madam, you want to escape again?" The situation in the court was treacherous, and the concubine of the Hou Mansion was eyeing her, and she walked around like walking on thin ice. Until that night when the palace changed, he locked her into his arms with blood on his hands: "If the moon dares to fall, I will let the whole world be buried with you." Gentle knife cut through the layers of disguise, only to find that he had long recognized the soul in this body. Outside the wall of the Taiyuan Hospital that year, the young chief assistant took the blood-stained veil and never let go of the red thread of fate.
