Qingdai was a mute medical girl who worked with herbs in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion. She always had an old bag containing silver needles and herbs hanging on her wrist, and her life was as quiet as the morning dew in the medicine garden. Until that solemn ceremony, when she came to thank the National Protector, she accidentally fell into the ecstasy of the Drunken Immortal Vine and made a fool of herself in public, but it also made the National Protector, who had always been as cold as ice, really lay his eyes on her for the first time.
Xie Lin, the current imperial advisor with overwhelming power, his black robes are often stained with cold fragrance, and there is always an unbreakable alienation between his brows. He was used to the treachery in the court, but he didn't expect that this humble little girl in the palace would pounce on deadly poisonous weeds in critical moments, nor did he expect that under her slender fingertips, there were medical skills that could slow down the poison.
From the strands of broken hair that he tucked behind her ears on the altar, to the warmth wrapped in the moon-white cloak; from the figure of her lowering her head to tend to the mint in the medicine garden, to the slight trembling when her fingertips were placed on his wrist to diagnose the pulse - the silent Qingdai quietly smoothed the frost on Xie Lin's eyebrows with a pair of hands that concealed the scent of medicine; and Xie Lin's seemingly careless caress also caused ripples in her silent heart.
When the undercurrent in the mansion gradually became apparent, the poison of the heartbroken grass and the court's calculations followed one after another. One was a taciturn medical woman, and the other was an unfathomable imperial master. They were close to each other in the bitterness of mint and the cold fragrance of their robes. In the silence, the most turbulent thoughts were hidden.
