Prisoner: the Imperial Master Is Proud of His Favor

On the day of the wedding of National Master Xie Wujiu, the bride was changed in the street. He kidnapped the medical girl Shen Qingci into a sedan chair and bound her wrists with red silk: "From today on, you are the medicine man of our master's office." Everyone knows that the imperial master is suffering from a strange disease and needs human blood to cure it, and Shen Qingci is nothing more than a living medicine pot. She drank the medicine docilely, took the blood obediently, and even took the initiative to hand him her wrist when he was poisoned. Until the enemy's iron cavalry approached the city, Xie Wujiu was poisoned and his life was hanging by a thread—— Shen Qingci tore away the disguise of weakness and crushed the antidote to his lips: "Sir, who should beg whom now?" Xie Wujiu always knew that Shen Qingci was pretending to be good. She secretly cultivated power, contacted old subordinates, and even set up a killing spree in his study. He indulged all this like a caged bird flapping its wings. It wasn't until she really spread her wings that he realized that he had become her prisoner. "Qing Ci," he knelt on the cold stone steps where she had knelt, his voice hoarse, "If I take this thousands of miles of land as my job, you might... Look at me again?"