She was the apprentice of the Poison King of a Thousand Faces and the master of the famed Bamboo Peach Manor. To make her treat her benefactor's son, her mother tied her up and married her off to a man she'd never met. Only on the wedding day did she learn that her husband wasn't an ordinary patient, but a dying man afflicted with a deadly poison. To repay her mother's debt of gratitude, she stayed to detoxify him. Before long, she discovered he was no ordinary man at all: he was the heir of the Marquis's Residence in the imperial capital, a notorious playboy who spent his days frequenting the pleasure quarters. She'd briefly coveted the handsome face in the portrait, but the moment he recovered, she resolutely divorced him.
He was known as the “Little Tyrant” of the imperial capital, poisoned by a villain and left unconscious. When he awoke, he was blind. He learned that his wet nurse had married him to a woman of unknown origins so she could cure his poison. Though displeased, he endured her coldness out of gratitude for saving his life. On the very day he regained his sight, she tricked him into signing divorce papers. Worse, the childhood friend who'd spent night after night with him for months had actually been her in disguise. He was furious, helpless, and unwilling to accept it, yet he couldn't help feeling reluctant to let her go.
She left without a backward glance, while he was consumed by sorrow. They went their separate ways, never realizing that she wasn't the woman he thought she was, and he wasn't the man she believed him to be. What seemed like an ending between them was only the beginning of their entanglement...
