On her wedding night, battered and bruised, she is handed over to the enemy commander by her own husband.
He sneers. “She’s nothing but a lowly concubine. Do with her as you please.”
Calmly wiping the blood from her lips, she is recognized by the enemy commander for her legendary needling technique, lost for generations.
“My lady, are you the long-lost heir to the divine physician clan from the previous dynasty?”
Later, the emperor of the enemy kingdom personally welcomes her to the palace and appoints her Imperial Preceptor.
Meanwhile, the general who gave her away now kneels outside her residence, three days and three nights straight.
