The daughter of the prime minister who had been lost among the common people returned. To curry favor with her, my husband took the child from my womb and turned it into medicine for her. He said Sheng Ruxue had suffered in my place, and I owed her. The child was made into medicine, and I died a gruesome death elsewhere. The real heiress covered her nose and said it smelled fishy. Her husband coaxed her: “It's more effective when it's fresh.” She nestled shyly in his arms and ate every last bite, dreaming it would keep her young forever. She had no idea that every mouthful of medicine her husband fed her was a blade stealing her life.
