The emperor longs for eternal life. To win favor at court for his beloved, my husband stole the elixir of immortality I had painstakingly refined and presented it to the emperor. After receiving a reward, his beloved returned smugly to brag to me. Seeing through my husband's intentions, I yielded the position of Imperial Preceptor to her. “Since His Majesty is so pleased with the elixirs you make, from now on you can take full responsibility for his elixir of immortality.” My colleagues all urged me not to act on impulse, since this was a prestigious position, second to none. But no one knew that I was the only person in the entire empire capable of making a genuine elixir of immortality. The stolen elixir might make the emperor ten years younger, but without the medicinal catalyst in my possession, it would become a deadly poison. Instead of earning praise, they would bring disaster upon themselves, and what awaited my husband and his beloved would be even worse than death.
