"Your complexion is so pale, Young Master. Why don't I take your pulse?"
The Idle Prince Xuan Chen caught Su Shang by the icy wrist, his calloused fingers tightening bit by bit.
Su Shang's eyes reddened at the corners. He panted and spat blood while quietly cocking the anesthetic gun hidden in his sleeve, his smile cool and distant.
"Your qi and blood are both depleted, Your Highness. You may not survive the night. You'd better take care of yourself."
When a supposedly frail "miracle doctor and poison expert" meets a supposedly disabled "leader of the secret guards," the two expose each other's secret identities and test each other in a deadly game.
With blade and gun aimed at each other, the storm sweeping the capital will ultimately become a game of chess for the two of them to overturn together!
