After hiding in the mountain for ten years, Su Qingci established himself as a doctor of poisons and went down the mountain with only a cold plum hairpin.
The hairpin is the memory of her family's demise, and it is also her only clue to pursue an old case. But he didn't want to run into the arms of the powerful regent Xie Yanheng when he first entered the imperial city——
It is said that this prince is decisive and ruthless in killing, and is the "living king of hell" that everyone in the court is afraid of.
There are even rumors that he was one of the culprits who framed the entire Su family.
She used his power to investigate the case, and he used her skills to check and balance. The aroma of medicine and cold incense are intertwined, temptation and precaution are intertwined, and the game deep within the palace wall is shocking every step of the way.
Until the broken ink jade pendant reappeared, Xie Yanheng looked at the cold plum hairpin in her bun, her eyes welling up: "Were you the one who saved me at Hanguan in the north many years ago?"
Su Qingci's fingertips felt slightly cold.
It's him, so what?
She saved his life back then, but now he owes her a blood debt.
When the truth about the old case unfolds like peeling off a cocoon, intrigues and grievances are wrapped up in unspoken emotions, she holds the poisonous needle, and he presses the handle of the knife, and finally wants to ask -
Should we choose blood feud or fateful bond?
The winter plums have fallen and the palace walls have melted. Can they find a way to survive together in this turbulent dynasty?
