The Crown Prince Is Ill, and I Have Medicine

This is a story of “exclusive devotion + a rags-to-riches comeback = a happy life with a son and a daughter.” Wangyou was born into a family of physicians, but became a pawn in a palace power struggle and was eventually sold into servitude at the prime minister's residence. Kindhearted, she only wanted a place to call home. But fate's hand pushed her into the whirlpool of power struggles all the same. She was a physician's daughter, burdened by hatred yet full of compassion, yearning for the light. He was heaven's favored child, standing amid thorns yet growing toward the warmth. When she became his haven of tenderness, a heart as hard as iron softened like a silken thread. When he became her fortress, even the hardships of life tasted like honey. If life doesn't go our way, then let's turn the world upside down and rise to the heavens. As long as life goes on, so does the struggle. If they won't leave us in peace, then we'll give it everything we've got! Otherwise, how could we do justice to the elaborate drama those people plotted and staged?