I Survived After Marrying the Young Master Bei Ming Gong Ke Wife.

Before Lin Wan had time to adapt to the role of a concubine of the Qingzhou Lin family whose spiritual veins were blocked, she was put into a sedan chair and married off to Beiming Palace for her eldest sister. Xie Huai, the young master of Beiming Palace, is twenty-one years old and his cultivation is unpredictable. The only problem is his wife. Of the three fiancées, none survived beyond seven days. Qingzhou Gambling House opened a handicap, and the odds were 90% that she would not survive three days. Lin Wan also felt anxious. It wasn't until her wedding night that she opened the main palace door and saw the rumored murderous young master curled up in the mess on the ground. He was possessed by poison and went on a rampage with spiritual power. Dark purple lines on his arms were squirming like living snakes, and his eyes were red and it was difficult to tell whether he was a ghost or not. She took out the package of rusty silver needles in her arms. In my previous life, I prepared Chinese medicine for six years and had a pulse test with an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner for three years. This is the first time in my life that I can use my skills from my previous life. After four needles, the poison is suppressed. "Who sent you?" "Your fourth wife." Lin Wan leaned against the palace pillar to relieve the weakness caused by losing one month of his life. At least no one knew that she had lost a month of her life just to get this injection. Later she discovered that things were not that simple. Everyone in Beiming Palace has their own concerns. Even my sister-in-law who is far away in Qingzhou sent a letter all the way, with only one line written on it: "Is he still alive?" Lin Wan folded the letter and looked out the window. The direction light in the main hall turned on again, and tonight was the fourth episode. She lowered her head, and the golden line on her fingertips dimmed again. No matter how deep the water in Beiming Palace was, her spiritual veins had just opened up to the first level of Qi refining. Survival is more important than anything else. As for the man who held her wrist tightly and refused to let go every time she had an attack. Forget it, let's treat it first. Let's talk about it after it's cured.