Gratitude and Hatred Among the Splendid Bushes

I married into an enemy's family as a sister, and on our wedding night I poisoned my husband's tea. The husband on the hospital bed suddenly stood up, holding the poisonous hairpin I had replaced with his fingertips: "Madam, the potency of this medicine is three qian less than the heat." On a rainy night, I came with a sword and stepped on the blood, and he stood in front of the enemy with his body. When the sword edge sank into his chest, he smiled and said, "Can you please stop... And let me tell you a story?"