“Holy crap, it’s actually a mass burial ground, and it really is a coffin.
If I didn’t have a cutting machine, I’d probably have suffocated to death.”
She twisted her neck and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.
Suddenly, Feng Qianqian felt a splitting headache. Her hands instinctively covered her head as she crouched down.
Cold sweat dripped down her forehead as a memory that didn’t belong to her flooded her mind.
She had traveled through time.
The original host was also named Feng Qianqian, the disgraced legitimate eldest daughter of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
Her birth mother had passed away shortly after she was born, and she was raised by her wet nurse.
Two years ago, the wet nurse was beaten to death by the Second Concubine on a fabricated charge.
Her father paid no attention to her, ignoring her existence entirely.
In the Prime Minister’s Mansion, she was underfed and poorly clothed, living a life worse than that of a maid.
She had two twin brothers who were a year older than her. One had gone mad, while the other had been spoiled and ruined by the Second Concubine, turning into a worthless spendthrift.
The original host had been poisoned to death by Feng Xue’er, the daughter of the Second Concubine.
Suddenly, a surge of heat seemed to churn in her chest, rising upward with an overwhelming force, as if ready to burst out.
Immediately after, a mouthful of black blood gushed out.
Her body swayed as she clutched her chest, coughing violently, her heart twisting in pain.
A woman’s voice echoed in her ears: “Qianqian, I’m leaving now. I can’t accept this. Avenge me, save my two brothers and Mingyue.”
Feng Qianqian looked around but saw no one.
She knew that the original host’s resentment was too strong and hadn’t yet dissipated—she still had unfinished business.
Feng Qianqian immediately promised: “Don’t worry, from now on, I am you. I will definitely avenge you.
When I return, I’ll slaughter those bastards without leaving a single one alive. I’ll save your brothers and Mingyue.”
“Thank you!”
As soon as Feng Qianqian finished speaking, something ethereal seemed to leave her body, drifting farther and farther away.
Her heart no longer hurt, and she felt much lighter.
She knew the original host had left.
She checked her own pulse and felt a surge of anger: “This broken body is actually poisoned with several different toxins. Luckily, my medical skills are exceptional, or I’d really be done for.”
She took out three Hundred Poison Pills from her dimensional space and swallowed them with spirit spring water.
System: 【Host, there is a man in black clothing at nine o’clock.
He is severely injured and poisoned. If not treated, he will bleed to death.
If you treat him, you can obtain 10,000 points.
Press confirm to accept the task. If you decline, no action will be taken. Voluntary!】
Feng Qianqian rested her chin on her hand, her clear, deep eyes gleaming with a sharp light as she pursed her lips: “10,000 points? How severe must his injuries be?”
She headed straight for Nangong Li.
Under the tree lay a man wearing a silver mask, his expression cold and aloof, his narrow eyes tightly shut.
Even while unconscious, he exuded an innate air of cold arrogance and solitude, making others wary.
At this moment, his breathing was extremely faint, and his right arm was still bleeding.
Feng Qianqian checked his pulse while activating her Ghost Pupil.
“Holy crap, this big guy in black is actually poisoned with seven different toxins. He’s been poisoned since he was in the womb—what kind of grudge is this?
The Soul-Snatching Cold Poison causes his body to feel as if tens of thousands of insects are madly gnawing at his bones and tendons on every full moon night, the excruciating pain making life unbearable.
With this poison, if left untreated, he only has about a year left to live.
He also has a sword wound near his heart, just a hair’s breadth away from a vital spot.
“The right arm was also slashed by a sword—looks like it needs suturing.”
Feng Qianqian took out an anesthesia needle and administered local anesthesia to him.
She began muttering to herself, “Luckily you fainted from excessive blood loss, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to endure the suffering tonight. How have you survived all these years? You’re practically an indestructible cockroach—your vitality is incredibly tenacious!”
Feng Qianqian glanced around. On the ground, some bleached bones emitted an eerie glow, sending chills down her spine.
She clicked her tongue, “This environment is completely unsuitable for surgery.”
With a wave of her hand, she brought Nangong Li into the dimensional space and placed him on the bed in the mobile operating room.
She set aside the money pouch and jade pendant she had found on him.
Using scissors, she carefully cut through the layers of his robe, revealing Nangong Li’s well-defined eight-pack abs.
Feng Qianqian gave them a playful pinch, “Not bad at all!”
The wound on Nangong Li’s chest was now exposed before her eyes.
“You’re truly lucky. The moment I, the divine physician, arrived, you happened to cross paths with me.”
She changed into surgical attire, put on gloves, and began treating Nangong Li’s wounds…
Once she finished, she applied spirit spring water to his injuries, which began healing at a visible rate.
Feng Qianqian took out an antidote pill, pinched Nangong Li’s nose, and placed a pill in his mouth.
“Swallow it!” she commanded.
Nangong Li was in a comatose state, but his mind remained conscious. He could hear her words, yet his body remained immobile.
Seeing that the medicine hadn’t been swallowed, Feng Qianqian grew anxious, “This antidote pill was refined using over a dozen priceless herbs. I usually can’t bear to use it!”
The System reminded her: [Fool, administer the medicine by mouth-to-mouth! Accepting tasks is voluntary, but once a task is accepted, abandoning it midway will incur punishment from the System, and the dimensional space will be sealed for a year.]
Feng Qianqian sighed helplessly, “This is forcing me to offer up my first kiss—or rather, my first time administering medicine to someone else like this. Sigh! All for the sake of points, I’m going all out!”
Nangong Li’s mind sounded an alarm: What? What did she say she was going to do?
Feng Qianqian added afterward, “Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Men are only for playful dalliance, not for matters of the heart!”
Nangong Li: What does she mean, men are for playful dalliance? What does she take me for, a male courtesan?
Feng Qianqian took a sip of spirit spring water, and her lips, which had regained a hint of color, pressed against Nangong Li’s sharply defined, thin lips.
Nangong Li’s throat moved slightly, and the medicine in his mouth, along with the spirit spring water, was swallowed.
He inwardly shouted: Bold enchantress, how dare you take liberties with this prince? Do you have a death wish?
Feng Qianqian placed another pill in his mouth.
Again, she took a sip of spirit spring water, and their four soft lips met in an intimate touch.
Nangong Li felt that her lips were incredibly soft.
Moments later, the excruciating pain that had plagued his bones began to slowly lessen—something he hadn’t experienced in years.
Even after taking the miraculous medicine from Medicine King Valley, it had only alleviated the pain, not cured the poison, leaving him in unbearable agony.
This filled him with immense joy, and he felt deeply grateful to the young woman before him.
Stirred by Feng Qianqian’s actions, his body grew weak and tingling, and he even experienced an instinctive reaction.
Feng Qianqian accidentally noticed the lone peak standing tall and immediately gave it a slap, scolding angrily, “What’s your brother so excited about? If you keep getting worked up, I’ll turn you into a eunuch.”
Nangong Li’s heart tightened. His legs, which had regained some sensation, instinctively squeezed together slightly. He thought to himself: Are you even a woman?
I’ve spent years on the battlefield—has the folk culture of the Great Zhou Kingdom become this open?
Don’t you know the difference between men and women? I wonder which unlucky soul would end up marrying such a wild woman.
Feng Qianqian continued, “Big dark fellow, I’m going to apply the needles on you. This is my unique technique, the Soaring Phoenix Golden Needles, to thoroughly cleanse the remaining toxins from your body.”
Immediately after, several golden needles were inserted into Nangong Li’s major acupoints.
The needles trembled incessantly, emitting a buzzing sound.
When the needles were withdrawn, they were covered in black blood.
Feng Qianqian wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling as if a weight had been lifted, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Once she finished, she tossed out a cushion and, with a wave of her hand, the two of them exited the dimensional space.
…
Chapter three is here, and my esteemed princesses still haven’t added this to your bookshelves?
Add it to your bookshelf, so you won’t get lost.
I beg you to add it to your bookshelf. Every princess who adds it to their bookshelf is bound to become wealthy and turn into a little rich lady!
Thank you~