Lin Xueqi was a child abandoned in the snowy day, so she had no heart, no will, and nothing more. Book Interest Building ()

Awakening amidst a cacophony of noise, I felt a throbbing pain in my forehead. Coupled with the overwhelming tide of memories flooding back, I was forced to accept this reality.

The top doctor of modern times, crossed over.

This dynasty was an unprecedented one in history, the strongest in terms of national power. All members of the surname Mo were members of the royal family. Their mothers were princesses. Originally, she should have borne the surname Mo, but the head of the Lin family privately changed it to Lin and claimed that the princess had agreed to this. Therefore, her current name was still Lin Xueqi, the eldest miss of the Lin family and a county princess of the Mo dynasty, aged fourteen and already of marriageable age.

Although she was royalty, she couldn't read or write, nor could she play the qin, chess, calligraphy, or painting—skills considered essential for noblewomen. In short, she was a complete failure in every way.

The mother disappeared five years ago, leaving a child with no one to care for them but their aunt and the Empress Dowager, Mo Chao.

Now, everyone in the hall wants to take Lin Qingwan's place and marry into the Duke of Nine Kings' mansion.

The Ninth Prince is who? Why, he's the legendary war king of Mo Chao, known by everyone. At just eighteen years old, he won seven battles in a row, each time returning victoriously.

But this time, the Ninth Prince was deeply afflicted by a rare and deadly poison. Someone calculated his fortune and said that only the young lady from the Lin family could save him from danger.

All members of the Lin family discussed and decided to marry Lin Xueqi to the Ninth Prince's mansion.

Lin Xueqi refused to obey, chose death over it, and hit her head on a beam, that's how she ended up soul-transmigrating.

But even though the Ninth Prince was a renowned warlord, he was also incredibly cruel. It is said that he killed without mercy. Marrying Lin Xue Qi to him was akin to sending a sheep into a tiger's den!

How heartless a father is, to push his own son into the wolves' den!

Lin Xueqi supported herself with a nearby pillar, stood up, tore open the fabric on her clothes, and bandaged her forehead.

"Snow Seven, how can you be so foolish? Marrying into the Ninth Prince's household is a blessing! Sister, how could you headbutt a wall and try to kill yourself? This is something every young lady dreams of. Don't you know you're blessed?" A voice rang out behind Lin Xueqi.

Seeking sound, his eyes looked coldly at Lin Qingwan, the second young lady of the Lin family. Though she was a concubine's daughter, her status was much higher than others. She was Mo Chao's dance master, renowned for her dancing.

Lin Qingwan's heart skipped a beat at the look, but she quickly regained her composure, constantly reassuring herself: "It's just a dying man begging for mercy."

“My dear Sister Qing Wan, hearing you speak like this, yearning to be married, this position of the Ninth Princess Consort, I shall give it to you.” As she spoke, Lin Xue Qi curled a sneer at the corner of her lips, a very faint one.

Who would want the position of Ninth Princess? Who would be willing to die in their fourteen-year-old youth? And who would be willing to marry a dying man?

"Xueqi, you know you can't do anything. Marrying into the Ninth Prince's Mansion is your good fortune." Lin Xueqi's so-called loving father was admonishing her, his eyes full of pity.

Lin Xueqi hates people like him the most, despises those who would sacrifice their own family for their own selfish desires!

"Yes, I can't do anything." Lin Xueqi smirked with a cold expression, "I will marry."

It breaks my heart, to have such a father and such relatives. What can I do? I can only follow through and bear this burden.

Lin Siqi let out a relieved laugh. He was finally not afraid of being wiped out by the Nine Prince's guards.

Seeing Lin Siqi's smug smile, Lin Xueqi turned her back and walked back to her boudoir.

In order to express the sincerity of their Lin family as soon as possible, that very afternoon, they sent Lin Xueqi, who was still injured, on an eight-palanquin procession to the residence of the Ninth Prince.

Lin Xue Qi clenched her fists, her lips already bitten raw, but she remained oblivious to the pain.

The crimson wedding dress adorned Lin Xueqi. Lin Xueqi was originally stunningly beautiful, and now, with the addition of the wedding attire, she became even more radiant and captivating.

"The bride is out of the palanquin." A sharp sound echoed, Lin Xueqi's heart filled with anger as she stepped out of the palanquin, her cold eyes scanning everything.

Seeing this, the people of Lin Mansion felt awkward. Lin Sicai was usually meek, but he still walked forward, holding Lin Xueqi's hand with a look of a loving father: "Xueqi, while you are in the mansion, you must listen to the Ninth Prince and restrain your temper. Understand?"

Lin Xueqi glanced at the hand that reached out to her, a flash of killing intent in her eyes. She brushed aside Lin Siqi's hand and walked toward the luxurious door without looking back.

Lin Xueqi, in this life and all lifetimes to come, there has never been a father of Lin Siqi!

I was brought into the main hall and, through a barrier, saw the person lying in bed.

"You are the legitimate eldest miss of the Lin residence?" The woman in the main seat, dressed in white snow-colored robes, looked at Mo Xueqi with a gentle voice.

As far as Lin Xueqi remembered, this seat belonged to the mother of the Ninth Prince, who managed the entire Ninth Prince's Manor single-handedly.

Lin Xueqi knew that it was impossible to manage such a large mansion alone without real strength, so she bowed her head slightly. The gold, silver, and jade hairpin on her head clinked together, "Reporting to Your Majesty, it's Lin Xueqi."

Mo Mu nodded slightly, her eyes full of approval. She had heard that the eldest daughter of the Lin family was a useless good-for-nothing, but seeing her today, she wasn't as inept as she thought.

"Snow Seven, this is too distant. How can you say that now I'm your mother? Can't you use a different term? Your mother has long admired your reputation. To be your mother is truly a blessing from my past life." Mother Mo smiled and stood up, walking to Lin Xue Qi's side, holding her hand, and said with a face full of joy: "If this boy bullies you, tell me anytime, and I will always be your strong backing." Then she paused for a moment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she let out a soft breath. After a long time, she greeted the two sturdy housekeepers and instructed them: "Take the County Lord to the bedside, and then come back immediately. Xue Qi, just stay there and don't leave. If you find anything unusual, run out immediately."

After finishing his words, he walked out the door. Two servants escorted him to the bedside and then ran out as if escaping for their lives. Before leaving, they shut the bedroom door.

Lin Xueqi watched their hurried retreating figures, feeling a little puzzled. She turned her head to look at Mo Jiu Wangye, whose face was covered in bruises, her brow furrowed slightly. This kind of poison she had seen in ancient books, it was extremely rare, and the recipe for it was long gone. Why... would anyone in this dynasty still be able to concoct it?

It's a pity that I didn't bring a fine needle when I crossed over, otherwise I could temporarily make poison and prevent the toxin from spreading.

After a moment's thought, he opened the door. Mo Mu stood outside, her eyes red with tears, staring at Lin Xueqi in astonishment. Her voice trembled, "Xueqi? What happened? Did he wake up? Did he do something to you? Why do you look like nothing happened?"

"Mother, may I ask you one thing?" Lin Xueqi stared intently. If she agreed, then the Ninth Prince would have a sliver of hope. But if she refused, then she wouldn't go to save a stranger, even though he was her husband who was about to die.

"Xue Qi, if there's anything, just say it. We were in the wrong to treat you this way and make you marry the Ninth Prince." Mother Mo's eyes welled up with tears, her face etched with remorse.

Lin Xueqi wore a smile, acting, one must act thoroughly.

"Thank you, Mother. I only need a spool of fine needles. Not too long, just about the length of my little finger. The finer, the better." Lin Xueqi thought about the length and thickness of needles she usually used.

The mother whispered a few words to the two maidservants. The maids glanced at each other and then ran in different directions.

Lin Xueqi lowered her head and looked at the red silk on her wedding dress. She said a few words to Mo's mother, then returned to the residence belonging to the Ninth Princess Consort to change into a lighter red dress. Just as she did so, two maidservants returned. One maid held a fine needle in her hand, while the other carried some food and placed it before Lin Xueqi.

"My lady was worried about the princess, and specially ordered me to fetch osmanthus cakes from the kitchen. Princess, please try some. Your lord used to love them very much, but now..." The maid covered her face with her sleeve and wept softly.

I will return you a dignified Duke Jiu. Wait for me outside the door, and do not enter without my command, not even your Majesty.

Lin Xueqi didn't look at the osmanthus box she was holding. She went inside, closed the door, and came to Jiu Wangye's side. She took out a fine needle, burned it on the lamp, and put it aside. Then she wanted to turn Jiu Wangye over. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red. This made Lin Xueqi think of a rabbit's eyes at once, but she also found something was wrong. This Jiu Wangye who had suddenly woken up was exuding an aura of killing from head to toe. His gaze seemed to want to tear her to shreds!

Slightly stunned, she held the burnt fine needle, her brows furrowed, beads of sweat appearing on her clean forehead.

Facing a patient who, even in the absence of form, would exert immense pressure, one's psychological fortitude wouldn't hold up. If it weren't for the promise made, she could have escaped long ago, simply ignoring him. But, helping someone to the end is her way; to heal him, Lin Xueqi can only endure this pain.

But luckily, I've studied Taekwondo for a few years and even hold the rank of third-degree black belt. Dealing with him should be more than enough, right?

Lin Xueqi slowly got up and walked towards him, pursing her lips, a look of tension on her face.

The usually docile Ninth Prince suddenly acted, rushing towards Mo Xueqi with incredible speed. His eyes were bloodshot, but his face remained calm. Lin Xueqi was startled and dodged, but her red robe was still torn at one corner. Looking at the damaged shoulder and then at the crimson cloth in the Ninth Prince's hand, she could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger, refusing to confront a sick man with violence.

The Ninth Prince glanced at the garment in his hand, tossed it aside without hesitation, and then swiftly launched an attack towards Mo Xueqi.

Lin Xueqi saw his attack and knew he was going for the kill, she had no choice but to defend. She flashed aside, her silver needles aimed at him. He dodged to the side, raising his hand effortlessly to catch the five silver needles Lin Xueqi launched.

Lin Xueqi narrowed her eyes, holding the silver needle close to the Ninth Prince. His shadow stepped forward, pressing against Lin Xueqi's delicate neck. Lin Xueqi's cheeks flushed red, but she took advantage of his distraction and plunged the silver needle into a certain spot. Just like a spell, it immobilized him in place.

Having escaped the Ninth Prince's grip, she clutched at her neck and coughed violently. After calming herself, she carried him to the bed and went outside, giving him acupuncture through a thin layer of clothing.

>Having read that book, I realized acupuncture alone wouldn't be enough. It could only draw out some of the toxins, ensuring his recovery to a certain extent. However, the medicinal herbs listed in the prescription were nearly extinct, making it impossible to fully cure him.

When Lin Xue Qi walked out, it was already dusk. The Ninth Prince had recovered his senses and would no longer kill indiscriminately. Finally, he could rest...

As soon as she opened the door, Lin Xueqi's vision went black and she fainted. Mo Mu, who was anxiously waiting outside the door, rushed to help her, but a hand beat her to it, steadying catching her before she hit the ground.