Gu Qinglu was the 98th-generation Saintess of Miaojiang, a master of both poisonous arts and medicine.
Her skills were beyond miraculous—but her luck was abysmal. She met an unfortunate end, dying from the very ultimate poison she had painstakingly cultivated herself.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself inside a cold, lifeless coffin.
Everyone around her was crying—but they weren’t crying for her. They were crying for some prince.
“He’s only been poisoned. Once it’s cured, he’ll be fine. He won’t die. Stop crying—it’s annoying.”
This was her first sentence after emerging from the coffin, her voice hoarse yet ethereal.
In an instant, the entire funeral hall fell silent.
The servants surrounding another coffin, where someone lay ill on a bed, turned to look—and immediately fainted in shock.
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