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Poison Master: The Estranged Heiress

Trapped within the damaged walls of her mansion located in Yuchang City, Princess Cheng found herself confined alongside her grandmother, a fallen figure within the royal circle. The elder royal was placed under house arrest, accused of involvement in promoting illicit markets and fostering corruption within the realm. Xuan Cheng, residing in poverty alongside her grandmother and two aged attendants, was compelled to mature prematurely due to these circumstances. Motivated by a fierce will to escape poverty and make sure that no one could mistreat her, Xuan Cheng committed herself to learning a variety of trades and skills in order to support herself. Xuan Cheng was gifted with the ability to heal herself in addition to her grandfather's Seven Cultivation and grandmother's Jade Eyes. She immerses herself in her grandfather's collection of books and risks everything to cultivate fearlessly on her own. At night, she would go out and battle evil cultivators who would frequently obstruct her travel plans. She founded "Duyi Pharmacy" in order to aid the underprivileged and give back to the Almighty in the form of charitable donations. Xuan Cheng is a lone cultivator of Qi who exceeded the Tian Limit. In a world where the Evil Lord had eradicated factions and groups of cultivators, Xuan Cheng encountered someone akin to her: Prince Zhao Ming, the sole individual wielding demonic Qi across the entire Diqiu realm. They both had weaknesses that affected each other, but their unspoken love made them each other's pillars of strength. Betrayal by people they trusted brought them closer, forcing them to rely on each other even more. However, fate kept testing them with many challenges and trials.

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A song that Guardian sings

In the dimly lit room of Xuan Cheng's secluded quarters, moonlight filtered through silken curtains, casting ethereal patterns on the ornate wooden walls. She lay upon an intricately carved canopy bed, her eyes closed in restless slumber, her brow furrowed with unseen dreams.

The room was adorned with drapes that told the stories of her struggles, their vibrant colors now muted in the night's embrace. The soft rustling of leaves outside the open window added a gentle, haunting melody to the stillness of the night.

Xuan Cheng's silk robe, embroidered with delicate patterns, whispered as she tossed and turned.

Her mind, tormented by worries and thoughts, refused to find rest. In the corner of the room, an ornamental lantern flickered, casting wavering shadows that danced upon the floor like spirits of the past.