My family had been physicians for generations. The blood in our veins could be used as medicine to save lives.
One day, the princess who was visiting Yue City for leisure fell from her horse. In her final moments, with blood draining from her body, the prince consort forced my parents to let her drink their blood.
They had checked the princess’s pulse. She was already beyond saving; no amount of blood could turn back death.
The prince consort said, “If one bowl is not enough, then drain every last drop of blood from your bodies and feed it to the princess!”
My parents were held down by government soldiers and bled for an entire night. My six-year-old little sister was also cut open and made into medicine, dying weakly and miserably.
When the princess awoke and heard what had happened, she cooed, “To be able to save my life was their honor in this lifetime.”
They did not know that the divine-doctor family still had an eldest daughter skilled in witch-doctor arts.
Three years later, the princess became pregnant and suffered every kind of discomfort.
I disguised myself as an ordinary female physician and went to serve at her side during the pregnancy.
After my “careful treatment,” the princess gave birth to a male child, only this child had three faces.
I held the baby in my arms and met the terrified eyes of the princess and the prince consort, then smiled.
“The princess’s life was bought with the blood of three people. Now those three have been reborn and come back to find her. What are you afraid of?”
