On the day of the engagement, my grandfather was killed and fell into a coma. I found that the whole family wanted to use me to make elixirs.
The honest senior brother hides the hatred of parricide, and the shrewd second senior sister is the grandfather's illegitimate daughter.
The indifferent third brother is a Frankenstein, and the infatuated fourth brother is a stalker.
And my beloved fiancé is an undercover agent sent by the enemy.
OK, very good. Since you don't talk about martial ethics.
Then don't blame me for being the "main medicine" and turning you all into "medicines"!
