It began with a dream and brought them together through an imperial edict.
The Ninth Prince is to be married, and his bride is an obscure female physician. The news instantly sparks outrage and throws the imperial capital into an uproar.
The emperor, the empress dowager, the empress... They resort to warnings, threats, open attacks, and hidden schemes, all to stop the marriage.
The peerlessly handsome Ninth Prince sneers. "If I marry her, I live. If I don't, I die."
Those nine words silence every voice of opposition overnight.
In the pharmacy, a woman tending to a golden snake smiles as calmly as if she were looking down on the ants of the world, her gaze indifferent and merciless. "Marry me? Did you ask what I think?"
"What if I'm asking you now?" His passionate eyes fix on her face as he presses a dagger to his own heart. "You pulled me out of hell. I'll give you my life in return. If you refuse, I'll return my life to you and go back to the Avici Hell."
"No one in this world is worthy of marrying me, and no one has ever dared to threaten me."
"Then would you marry me?"
