He was a prince, and he held great power within his grasp. With a flip of his hand, he turned the clouds into rain, and an ancient jade allowed them to walk together. With one killing, the other saving, who would be the final winner?

He was a prince, and he held great power within his grasp. With a flip of his hand, he turned the clouds into rain, and an ancient jade allowed them to walk together. With one killing, the other saving, who would be the final winner?

Once transmigrated, two lifetimes old, the young miss from a modern ancient Chinese medicine family, Murong, after a long time, opened her eyes and found that she had become an ancient version of the receiving bag, she resolutely said, "My life is my decision." From then on. She had a hypocritical stepmother who let you know why the flowers were so red. "Little sister Er Dou Hua, let's see how you dare to be cocky in front of me in the future." Father San Dou, you're heartless to me, so don't blame me for being unjust and end your official journey. Today, you all love to ignore me, but tomorrow I will make it so that you all can't climb any higher, but I don't want to make a mistake by provoking a certain kind of evil man, and from then on, I will be dead.

He was a prince, and he held great power within his grasp. With a flip of his hand, he turned the clouds into rain, and an ancient jade allowed them to walk together. With one killing, the other saving, who would be the final winner?

She, with her unique skills and medical skills, had traversed space and time to become an imperial concubine; he, as a beautiful man and as the king of an empire, had dominated the world.

She'd been sent to the cemetery with poison in her mouth, where she'd returned to the Grand Preceptor's estate with a successful counterattack. Her medical skills were superb, her poison skills were astonishing, her family had been framed, and she'd fought back fiercely. The crown prince had forced her into a corner.

She'd been sent to the cemetery with poison in her mouth, where she'd returned to the Grand Preceptor's estate with a successful counterattack. Her medical skills were superb, her poison skills were astonishing, her family had been framed, and she'd fought back fiercely. The crown prince had forced her into a corner.

She'd been sent to the cemetery with poison in her mouth, where she'd returned to the Grand Preceptor's estate with a successful counterattack. Her medical skills were superb, her poison skills were astonishing, her family had been framed, and she'd fought back fiercely. The crown prince had forced her into a corner.

Once transmigrated, two lifetimes old, the young miss from a modern ancient Chinese medicine family, Murong, after a long time, opened her eyes and found that she had become an ancient version of the receiving bag, she resolutely said, "My life is my decision." From then on. She had a hypocritical stepmother who let you know why the flowers were so red. "Little sister Er Dou Hua, let's see how you dare to be cocky in front of me in the future." Father San Dou, you're heartless to me, so don't blame me for being unjust and end your official journey. Today, you all love to ignore me, but tomorrow I will make it so that you all can't climb any higher, but I don't want to make a mistake by provoking a certain kind of evil man, and from then on, I will be dead.

She was said to have married a living king of hell — ugly, cruel, and feared by all. On the day of her teleportation, she was pointed at by a man with a knife and unable to move. With her super strong desire to live, her face was as red as a peach. "Prince, I'm so beautiful, are you really willing to part with your knife?" The man smiled, his sword rippling. "Why aren't you willing to part with it?" ... .... She was a modern doctor who had been transported in a car accident. He was the favored king of the living underworld. They had originally thought that they were a fake couple that looked like they were together, but they didn't expect that ...