The Poison Doctor's Wild Concubine: The Cannon-Fodder Legitimate Daughter Goes on a Killing Spree

Forensic toxicology expert Liu Qingyue transmigrates as the legitimate daughter of a marquis, poisoned to death with a calming tonic. She opens her eyes inside a coffin, three feet of yellow earth overhead, with poison still coursing through her body. She seals her acupoints with silver needles and laughs coldly. With a medicinal herb space at her disposal, she cultivates every deadly poison under the sun in her half-acre herb garden. Her medicine can bring the dead back to life, and her poison can wipe out an entire household.

Her stepmother is virtuous? Liu Qingyue exposes the arsenic in public and makes her dear mother drink the tonic she brewed herself. Her half-sister is good at putting on an act? Liu Qingyue turns the tables, making the schemer expose her own ugliness. Anyone who bullies or humiliates her will pay back every last bit with interest within twenty-four hours. Her face-slapping never waits until the next day.

Everyone says the legitimate daughter rose from the dead only to become a madwoman. The only one who dug her out of her grave was the frail Prince of Zhenbei, Song Ling. He has suffered from a deadly poison for ten years, and she uses her medical skills to keep him alive. They go from using each other to entrusting their lives to one another. He protects her without restraint, and whoever dares lay a hand on her will have their whole household destroyed.

A series of poisonings brings old grudges involving her birth mother to light, while remnants of the previous dynasty have been lying low for thirty years. With silver needles in one hand and poison in the other, she examines corpses, hunts down criminals, and brings order to the imperial palace. He wields his sword and walks through mountains of corpses and seas of blood for her.

The girl who crawled out of a coffin becomes the Great Yan Empire's first First-Rank Medical Consort. He carves the coffin into a hairpin and puts it in her hair with his own hands. "You came out of that coffin, and I never intended to let you go back in."