The Hanging Pot of Time Travel Laughs at the Spring Breeze

Survival is the first strong dose of medicine She cuts her hair and covers her face, transforming into a young man Crush a handful of herbs to create a priceless ointment, specially designed to cure nobles' insomnia and noble women's sadness. From the ruined temple to the academy, from the marketplace to the court, money jingled into the pockets She rubbed her stinging knees and smiled, "I dare to credit the King of Hell, so why are you afraid of others?"