The mists of Medicine King Mountain nurtured Shen Qingci for eighteen years. Her master, Xu Huairen, taught her to identify herbs, draw talismans, and ward off evil spirits. The one thing she never learned was how to deal with living people.
At her master’s command, she was forced to descend the mountain and marry in her junior sister’s place. Down below, metal boxes raced along the roads, and buildings towered into the clouds. She didn’t even know how to use a flush toilet and thought danger lurked everywhere.
The Fu family was even more unbelievable: her groom, Fu Xingzhou, was already lying in a coffin.
Shen Qingci bit her finger, drew a soul-returning talisman, and brought him back to life with a kiss. The first thing Fu Xingzhou said when he awoke was, “You have to take responsibility for me.” The second was, “What sweets do you like? I’ll have the kitchen make them.”
From then on, Jiangcheng’s most distinguished man became her personal shadow, following her everywhere.
“Wife, the moonlight is beautiful tonight.”
“Move. I’m drawing a talisman.”
“What about after you finish?”
“...We’ll go get milk tea.”
The Fu family’s infighting runs deep, the Miaojiang art of gu poison is making a comeback, and Shen Qingci’s origins gradually come to light through one strange occult case after another.
She thinks her master was right: life below the mountain has its charms, and life above the mountain has its charms too.
But having a Fu Xingzhou down here changes everything.
After reading the first three chapters, what struck me the most was not the soul-reviving charm that saved people, nor the kiss in the coffin. It was Fu Xingzhou knocking on the door in the middle of the night and asking her what she liked to eat. She held it in for a long time and said "sweet". For eighteen years on the mountain, Master was reluctant to put an extra spoonful of sugar. A child who has never tasted sweets, when he was asked the first question "What do you like?", He turned over and over in his mind and only came up with the word "sweet". She didn't even know how many kinds of sweets there were. Then the next morning, sweet glutinous rice dumpling soup was placed at the door. Fu Xingzhou's note said, "Eat as soon as you wake up, while it's hot." I hope someone will buy her something sweet every day from now on. Shen Qingci, you are worth all the sweetness in the future.