On a spring night in the first year of Yongle, at the northern foot of the Yan Mountains, she hummed a ridiculous little tune as she snatched a life from the King of Hell. She sealed meridians with silver needles, stopped bleeding with medicinal paste, then grinned and slapped a bill down in front of the prince himself. “Five hundred taels for treatment. Put it on the tab!”
From then on, Zhu Di's wanted list included a quirky female physician who sometimes disguised herself as a beggar woman to stop an epidemic, and sometimes sneaked into the prince's residence at night to switch out a poison prescription. She risked her life testing medicine to cure an outbreak in the military camp, and threw smoke bombs to save the surviving heirs of the Jingnan campaign. Wherever the bells at her waist rang, Prince Yan's plans went awry.
“To open a peaceful clinic, I need the prince to fund it and have my back!” She blinked and schemed her way forward, never realizing just how intense the heat in those phoenix eyes had become. How can a physician bring healing to a world in chaos? Watch as the Ghost Doctor Yiyi laughs and plays her way across the land, her silver needles deciding the tides of power and her bells startling the sun and moon, leaving the iron-blooded emperor unable to forget the thrill of mint mingled with the scent of blood.
