Chapter One: The Scientific Prodigy Reborn as the Fortunate Noble Daughter

"It hurts!"
Sheng Xiaoyan's entire body was racked with pain as she struggled to open her eyes.

She found herself in the middle of a desolate wilderness. Opposite her was a carved wheelchair, in which sat a man dressed in a dark brocade robe. The golden, gem-encrusted Rakshasa flower emblazoned on his attire proclaimed his noble status.

His face was like jade, his features striking yet devoid of expression, his eyes icy and cold, as if he regarded Sheng Xiaoyan as a lifeless object, ready to kill her at any moment.

Damn, I've transmigrated!

Sheng Xiaoyan clenched her teeth.

She had been the sole heir of a renowned modern family of toxic physicians, and a celebrated scientific researcher globally. Her research project binding her laboratory to a space of toxic medicine had just yielded results—yet she had died suddenly from overwork!

Fortunately, before her death, she had bound the laboratory and the space to herself.

Closing her eyes, Sheng Xiaoyan immediately summoned her space.

On the left was her research laboratory, containing the fruits of her years of study; on the right were shelves packed with medicinal herbs and her family’s poisonous secrets.

Feeling the acute pain in her body, Sheng Xiaoyan quietly took a Detox Pill from her space and swallowed it. This pill was crafted by her ancestral secret method, using poison to combat poison, quickly restoring her body.

The Sheng family had been a toxic physician lineage for a hundred years. Though called physicians, their expertise lay in poisons—they could heal, but also kill.

In modern times, the authorities had noticed her unparalleled toxic skills and secretly recruited her into the national team for scientific research, combining science with the art of poison. She had indeed developed the extraordinary space of toxic medicine.

Yet, while the Detox Pill could restore her strength, the original owner’s body was so depleted that walking out of this wilderness was a mere fantasy.

To make matters worse, this body possessed a rare and coveted fertility constitution.

The original owner had been the second young lady of the Grand Tutor's residence—beautiful and delicate, constantly bullied by her jealous third sister, Sheng Xiaoyi. In the end, Sheng Xiaoyi not only stole her fiancé and marriage but lured her to the wilderness, humiliated her, and caused her death.

The lingering resentment of the original owner surged, smoothly entering Sheng Xiaoyan’s body. Her gaze turned cold; someone who had died with hatred was like a demon from hell. She would avenge this blood feud.

She looked at the man before her, an idea flickering.

"I can cure the poison in your body," she said pointedly, "and your infertility. But you must take me back to heal."

Xie Xunzhi’s pupils contracted sharply.

Having his unspeakable affliction exposed by a strange woman, the cold and ruthless Night King, Xie Xunzhi, felt a murderous impulse.

He was the third prince, once the undisputed candidate for crown prince, renowned for his exploits on the battlefield. Six years ago, however, he was inexplicably poisoned, his legs crippled overnight, his martial arts ruined, and rendered infertile.

Since then, his nature had grown twisted and solitary, merciless and bloodthirsty.

Ironically, in his father’s grief and disappointment, the emperor immediately passed the crown prince title to Jin Wang, Xie Nanzhou—the original owner’s fiancé.

A powerful hand gripped Sheng Xiaoyan’s throat.

Xie Xunzhi’s fingers tightened, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He smiled, bloodthirsty and demonic, his voice like a specter: "Say it again."

He had expected the woman before him to be frightened, but Sheng Xiaoyan smiled even more wickedly than he did: "I said, you are—not—capable."

She wore a crimson tasseled dress, her lips naturally vivid red. She showed no fear of him, her smile even more sinister, stunning the Night King, who had seen countless delicate women.

Sheng Xiaoyan's voice was haunting, as if echoing from hell. She leaned closer to Xie Xunzhi, her words seductive and provocative: "Does Your Highness Night King not wish to recover, return to the battlefield, and reclaim your former glory?"