She is the most inconspicuous talent in the palace.
He pretends to be sick every day to hide from favors, and likes to use the doctor's poisonous tongue.
He is the coldest young imperial doctor in the imperial hospital.
On the night when Yonghe Palace was haunted, they stood side by side in the moonlight for the first time.
The concubine disappeared, the shadow of the purple vine climbed up the palace wall, and she was involved in a conspiracy that she couldn't understand.
"Someone has to look into some things," she said.
"We cooperate," he said.
Later, they walked through the night rain in the bamboo forest, abandoned secret passages, and the sincerity they hid from each other again and again.
She wished she knew him well enough.
The palace wall was too deep, the night road was too long, and someone had been waiting for him in the dark for fifteen years.
And she, from the first day she entered the chess game, was destined to fall.
Fifteen years of ups and downs.
Some people live as knives, some live as hatred, and some live as a light.
The knife will be dull.
Hate eats the Lord.
The lights will go out.
But despite all the hardships, she still had to go on.
· Qing Leng Imperial Physician × Talented Man Who Pretends to Be Sick
· Two-way use × ultimate pull
· Suspense × Machiavellian × Shocking every step of the way
Intention: The remaining clouds are half clear, the wind and rain are thousands of miles away