She was the legitimate daughter of a marquis's family. She resorted to every means to marry Prince Rui and bore him a child, only to meet a tragic end.
When she opened her eyes again, she was a genius potion-maker from the apocalypse. There was no medicine she couldn't think of, and no medicine she couldn't brew.
With medicine in one hand and poison in the other, she split the heavens with her sword and decided the world's fate with a single finger. She lived freely and boldly with her two little darlings.
Then one day, the two of them unexpectedly crossed paths again. She realized that Prince Rui seemed different.
The proud, cruel man who had once been so cold-hearted had suddenly become a doting husband.
She treated the sick, and he fetched the medicine. She killed, and he handed her the sword.
Dare to insult her? Beat them up!
Dare to hit her? Beat them up!
Dare to humiliate her? Beat them up, again and again!
Everyone was stunned, and they all envied her.
“Princess Rui, how did you get the cold-hearted Prince Rui to dote on you so much?”
“Cold-hearted?” She rubbed her sore waist and sneered. “Then who is the one clinging to me every single day?”
