I am the last disciple of Shen Changfeng, the Immortal Physician. I found a blood-soaked young man in a mass grave and brought him home.
I spent three years pouring my heart and soul into him, trying every medicinal herb until I finally helped him stand again.
He searched every barren mountain for me and planted peonies all over the slopes.
He said that when the peonies bloomed across the mountains, he would marry me.
But before the flowers could bloom, the enemy army stormed through the city gates.
Thousands of soldiers knelt before him, calling him Young General.
The enemy princess herself led his horse.
Only then did I learn that he was Prince Ale of Dayi, a fearsome warrior on the battlefield.
When the villagers in the valley refused to submit and called him an “ungrateful wretch,” they were beheaded in an instant.
As their blood splashed near my feet, I cowered and knelt, kowtowing.
My forehead struck the broken stones with a hollow thud. “Please spare me, Your Highness! I’m willing to surrender!”
Behind me, my master let out a piercing roar: “Traitor! You’ve disgraced the principles of a physician!”
Instead, I bowed even lower and stammered:
“I don’t understand national feuds or old grudges. I just want to follow A Qi and live a good life.”
