When Qin Shu was young, her father and brother intended for her to practice martial arts, but she was neglectful and neglectful, focusing only on studying medicine and pharmacology.
Both my father and brother died in vain, my mother died of a broken heart and wept with blood. The enemy stood in front of me, and she could neither hold the sword nor draw the bow.
"That's all, I have my own way. Not everyone in this world deserves to live a good life." The scalpel that usually saves people can also kill people.
Soldiers were fighting outside the palace, and the sound of clanging swords and shields could be heard endlessly. It seemed that Ling Ziheng had returned from the attack.
"Since this is our common hatred, you don't have to bear it alone. I'll wait for you here to share the joy of having a great revenge."
Concept: less sugar and more ice