She was the luan he imprisoned in a cage, using broken porcelain as a cage and humiliation as a lock.
On their wedding night, he tore up the marriage contract in front of a house full of guests and demoted her to a slave: "A remnant of the previous dynasty is worthy of wearing this phoenix crown and harem?"
Shen Qiwu drank the poisoned wine with a smile and risked his life to prove his innocence - then she understood: In this Zhenbei Palace, living is the best revenge.
In the eyes of the world, she is a gentle and harmless concubine, a medical woman in plain clothes, with eyes full of autumn. But no one knew that there were Gu insects hidden in the blood marks on her wrists, and half of the jade seal of the previous dynasty was sealed in the necklace. She sneaked into his study every night, used blood as ink, and copied the account books of the subjugated country.
He is the King of Zhenbei with great military exploits. He is as cold as ice and as suspicious as a knife. He made her kneel and break porcelain, gave her poisoned wine, and imprisoned her in Wutong Court day and night - but on the night when her collarbone birthmark matched that of the subjugated princess, he tremblingly held her in his arms: "Who are you?"
She was waiting, waiting for the Gu worm to enter his blood, waiting for the rainy night when his memory was distorted and he dreamed of a bloodbath in the imperial city, waiting for him to put the butcher knife on his father's neck with his own hands.
But she was also afraid - afraid that he would find out what was hidden in the medical book Luo Wuhen gave her, afraid that he would see clearly that every time she treated her with kindness, he was poisoning her, and afraid that when the gentle and jade-like doctor of the world protected him with his life, she would actually think of running away.
She worked every step of the way to destroy his country and family, and to make him kneel down and rip out his heart.
But he really knelt down - broke off his arm to apologize, wrote my life to you in blood, and even allowed the poisonous insects in her body to eat him up.
At that moment, she was shocked to realize: It turns out that hatred to the extreme and love to the bone are the same kind of pain.
When the poisonous insects form a bond of concentricity, and when the truth about the destruction of the country emerges - she and him, who owes a life to whom?
