The Poison Doctor’s Wild Consort: The Good-for-Nothing Prince Begs Me for Mercy Every Night

I’m Lan Qiandie, heir to the Poison Sage of Southern Xinjiang. I came to the capital in search of the one I’ve spent ten years longing for.

But before I could find my benefactor, a careless, good-for-nothing prince kissed me on the street!

What a joke. No one gets away with taking advantage of a disciple of the Poison Sage! I hit him with a dose of Soul-Severing Carefree Powder, guaranteed to make him swear off women forever!

But when an old friend of my master’s asked me to treat his sick grandson, I was stunned.

The good-for-nothing prince writhing in pain before me had the plum blossom mark on his wrist that I’d been dreaming of day and night!

Well, would you look at that? My beloved is this shameless rascal!

To repay his kindness, I gritted my teeth and moved into his manor. By day, I laid down three rules; by night, I brewed bitter medicine, determined to set him straight.

But what was wrong with this man?

“Die’er, my poison’s acting up. I’m freezing all over. Give me a hug.”

“Die’er, the poison has reached my heart. You have to kiss me to suppress it.”

Seeing the sly glint in his eyes, I finally understood. He wasn’t some good-for-nothing prince at all. He was a crafty, overgrown wolf!

Later, he trampled scoundrels underfoot, turned his sword on the imperial court, and rose to the top again. Yet only in front of me did he pretend to be pitiful. “Wife, I’ve been ‘poisoned’ again. Please treat me...”