His Majesty's Personal Poison Doctor

I transmigrated into a down-on-its-luck sect as a disciple and only wanted to cultivate quietly. But then I accidentally walked in on the Empress bathing and was forced to become her personal antidote master. Every month on the fifteenth, when her poison flares up, is the most dangerous day for me. “Look one more time, and I’ll gouge your eyes out.” Until one day, she leaned against my shoulder, panting: “This time... you don’t need to use silver needles...”