On the operating table, the master surgeon Le Zhiqiu closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he had become the newborn legitimate youngest son of the Prime Minister’s household.
He had transmigrated into The Prince’s Daily Pursuit of His Wife, a book he had happened to read once, only to discover that he wasn’t the protagonist but a short-lived supporting character: the younger brother of the heroine, Le Zhixuan.
In this life, all he wanted was to live in peace and practice medicine to help the world.
At six, he became an apprentice to a master poison doctor. At eight, he entered the imperial school, only to accidentally find himself at the heart of the power struggles of the future.
The Crown Prince, the son of a powerful minister, the general’s heir... They all became close friends.
One of them was especially different:
Si Nan Heming, heir to Prince Rui, the male lead who was supposed to fall into a passionate, tangled romance with his sister in the original story.
But the script of fate had already been quietly rewritten.
Through lamplit studies, Jiangnan’s misty rains, and the cold moon over the borderlands, they weathered conspiracies and the fires of war side by side.
With silver needles and a scalpel in hand, Le Zhiqiu saved lives, unraveled schemes, and calmly watched the tides of power.
Yet he never noticed the gaze behind him growing more and more ardent, until it had fixed on him completely.
“I, Si Nan Heming, will bow only to one person in this life.”
Only when he cut off every escape at court and cast down his seal to ask for Le Zhiqiu’s hand did Le Zhiqiu finally realize:
Perhaps this journey across worlds was not a new beginning,
but a destined meeting, written into their fate long ago, where they would save each other.
A crane calls in the wild; autumn’s clarity seals their bond.
This is the story of a healer who overturns imperial power with compassion and rewrites fate with devotion.
It is also the story of two souls who should never have belonged together, in a time and place out of alignment,
forging with their own hands the one and only answer that belongs to them.
Not bad, but there is a lot of room for improvement