The day Zhang Mo climbed out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses, the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was soaked with dove poison. She is Dasheng's sharpest sword and the thorn in his brother's throne that cannot be removed. When the poisoned hidden arrow penetrated the armor, she dragged her body into the ruined temple in the mountains, only to meet the orphan girl collecting medicine lying on the ground. Xiao Qian knew that this woman was a disaster. But the heavy rain that night washed away the luan bird between Zhang Mo's brows, and she accidentally took in the woman who claimed to be a swordsmith. It was so true that I saw the Luan bird tattoo on the other person's back when he was bathing - the totem that should have been embroidered on the lining of the dragon robe. "Keep the secret for me", Zhang Mo put his sword on her neck: "Or go to hell with the bounty."
Should I be a blood-stained phoenix in the Nine-layer Palace, or a free firefly by the weeping woman's pond? When Xiao Qian escaped under the moonlight that night, Zhang Mo finally understood the answer she wrote in the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" - "Doctors can cure the world's diseases, but they can't save a heart that wants to imprison Shan Yue."
Purpose: Know yourself.