During the day, I am a sickly princess who gasps five times after taking three steps, letting the green tea concubine run wild and the vicious noble lady mocking me.
At night, I have a silver needle in my hand, which can control life and death, and determine the universe. I am a magic doctor with ghost hands who even the king of hell asks for his life to be extended.
They all thought I was a soft persimmon who could be manipulated as they pleased.
As everyone knows, those secret stumbling blocks and carefully planned poisonous traps have been resolved by me one by one, and I have paid them back twice as much!
As for the cold-faced prince who only used me as a detoxification tool at first?
Later, he pushed me into the corner with red eyes and said in a cruel and aggrieved tone: "The country is yours, and you are mine!"
