On the day of the palace coup, Pei Jing blocked the knife with her body, and blood spattered on Lan Xiling's face. So hot and so cold, her heart seemed to be a pool of stagnant water.
The old illness was hard to get rid of, so when she went south to relax, she met a man. From his temperament to his facial features, he looks like an old friend. Gentle as jade, a bright gentleman. Trading power for companionship and each getting what he needs, she has a consort.
Xu was thinking about that similarity, so when the consort faked his death and fled away to a foreign country, Lan Xiling stared at the secret report in silence for a moment, and surprisingly did not get angry. Maybe a fake is a fake after all.
After getting used to loneliness, the swordsman who broke in when he accidentally fell ill was completely different from a gentleman. He acts without any rules, and his eyebrows are all sharp. The strange thing is that it works better than agarwood. It's not a bad idea to keep it as a medicine guide for the time being. She can make the best use of everything. She is the best at it.
The next day, the dead prince-in-law unexpectedly came back to life. Power is indeed a sharp weapon. She can't help but laugh and cry. She has no choice but to stay. Who would think that the medicine would lead to too much?
On a torrential rainy night, when assassins attacked him and hit him with multiple swords, he still smiled wildly and wantonly. The moment their eyes met, why did her heart hurt after such a long absence? But wasn't it medicine?
In this life, she met two Yaoyin. One relieves pain, and his appearance and temperament are extremely familiar, as if an old friend is still there; the other treats the root cause, is sharp, wild and untamed, but inexplicably makes people feel at ease.
This is the place where your heart is at ease.
Intention: Let's move on, live in the present
