The king of Nanyuan Kingdom suffered from heart disease. Every time he had a heart attack, he almost fainted from the pain. The imperial doctors tried all their methods but to no avail. Seeing that the king was getting more and more haggard day by day, the national preceptor, burdened with the crime of going against heaven, forced himself to perform a fortune-telling for the king.
To save the king's life, there is no other way but to take a bowl of blood.
However, this heart blood cannot be taken casually. It must be someone who is at the top of the king's heart. He can pierce the heart with a silver cone and take a bowl of heart blood. However, the person who takes the blood will definitely die.
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to the king's favorite Young Master Feng Yin. He was born with ice-cold muscles and jade bones. He was truly a rare beauty. His temperament was like a clear flowing stream, pure, gentle and simple. Such a wonderful person has now become a life-saving medicine...
"It's just that the young master has a bad life. He hasn't enjoyed enough of this glory and wealth, and he is about to die..."
"Who says it's not..."