The Adorable Baby’s Mother Is Tearing Down the Plan Again

One body, two souls: a sharp-tongued master of medicine and poison versus a gentle local concubine-born daughter x an adorable child lending a hand x a seductive, domineering prince

I was a modern medical cultivator who had reached the pinnacle of poison mastery. Then I transmigrated into the body of a useless concubine-born daughter who was about to jump into a well. The original owner was still inside me, sobbing and wailing. My half-sister sneered from the rim of the well: “Did she drown? If she's not quite dead, fish her out and have her take your place in marriage to that evil cultivator, the Ninth Prince.” I hauled myself over the edge, soaked from head to toe, but my eyes gleamed. “I'll marry him! Why not? But... double the betrothal gifts.” The whole household thought I'd gone mad. Only the original owner inside me was shrieking: “Sister, he's an evil cultivator! He kills without batting an eye!” I licked my lips. “How convenient. I specialize in dealing with people who won't behave.”