Elder Sister was a physician.
After she treated the Noble Consort, the Emperor praised her for having a “miraculous touch.”
Consumed by jealousy, the Noble Consort had Elder Sister’s hands severed.
She smiled and said, “I hear Doctor Song’s medical skills are peerless. In that case, heal your own stumps.”
She denied Elder Sister water and medicine, watching as she slowly succumbed to the agonizing pain.
Six years later, the Noble Consort contracted a strange illness that left her wishing for death.
I stepped forward and reported, “There is one person in this world who can cure this ailment.”
Hope flared in the Noble Consort’s eyes. “Bring this divine physician here at once! I will pay any price!”
I shook my head with regret. “Six years ago, Your Ladyship killed her with your own hands.”
