The Cool Empress Reborn in the Seventies

The empress of the cold palace, Nala, dies with hatred in her heart, only to open her eyes in the body of a frail, sickly village girl in the 1970s. She has barely woken up when her cousin sells her to an old bachelor? She knocks out the trafficker and retrieves the jade pendant her grandfather left behind. A spiritual spring flows down her throat, and a thousand-year-old medical text is at her fingertips. The villagers laugh at her for pulling up weeds and making a mess of things. Then she sets broken bones with her bare hands, uses herbs to cure convulsions, and eases chronic pain with silver needles. One emergency after another is brought safely through by her skill. The whole village is stunned. "Old Lin's village medic finally has someone to carry on the work!" Her cousin spreads a vile rumor about her? She lays bare the old score in front of everyone: "What kind of respectable marriage requires secretly drugging someone and locking them away in the mountains?" Her good-for-nothing ex comes crawling back? She settles accounts, one word at a time: "The eggs and ration coupons come to eighteen yuan. Pay me back, and we're even." Her family urges her to marry? She straightens up, her voice quiet but enough to hush the whole room. "I have medicine to rely on. I don't need marriage to make a living." Her mother's voice is hoarse as she says, "I was afraid life would be too hard for you on your own." She looks into her mother's eyes. "Does my life look hard to you now?" Lu Zhengyan watches her again and again from the edge of the crowd, growing from curious to completely devoted to her. Later, he blocks her path and asks quietly, "Who taught you those techniques?" "You're mistaken." He smiles. "Then from now on, I'll keep those people who can't tell the difference at bay for you." In her previous life, no one in the imperial palace cared for her. In this one, someone cherishes her with all his heart.