The Poisonous Concubine is alive

Liu Yunrou watched her second sister Liu Yunnian get married.

Then when I thought about my mother being in trouble, I wanted to save her.

Having already suffered enough, Liu Yunrou decided to find a way to save her mother. She asked around, read ancient books, and even visited some famous doctors. However, all her efforts seemed in vain, and she felt increasingly desperate.

One day, Liu Yunrou accidentally heard about a mysterious valley where a magical herb was said to be able to cure any disease. Without hesitation, she embarked on a difficult journey to the valley.

Along the way, she encountered various dangers, but she never gave up. Finally, she arrived at the entrance of the valley. The scene before her amazed her - the valley was full of exotic flowers and plants, and filled with a strange fragrance.

Liu Yunrou walked cautiously into the valley, searching for the legendary herb. Just when she was about to lose hope, a herb emitting brilliant light appeared before her.

Liu Yunrou can actually be saved, but it cannot be done in such a special way.

But mother knows me, Her Highness the Saint.

My sisters are also saints.

Liu Yunrou excitedly ran towards the herb. Just as she reached out to pick it, a figure suddenly appeared and blocked her path. It was a strange man, dressed in flowing white, like an immortal descending from the heavens.

The man stared at Liu Yunrou, a hint of mystery in his eyes. He spoke softly, "This herb is a rare spiritual object in the world. Its power is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Liu Yunrou said anxiously: "I don't care, as long as I can save my mother, I am willing to pay any price!"

The man shook his head slightly. "Even if you get it, you may not be able to successfully save your mother. Everything in the world has its own laws. Forcing changes may not be a good thing."

Liu Yunrou was stunned, feeling lost. Would all her efforts be in vain? Unwillingly, she asked, "Then what should I do?"

The man smiled and said, "Sometimes, the answer is right beside you. Go back and observe carefully, and you will find the real way to save your mother." After that, the man disappeared.

Liu Yunrou thought for a moment and decided to listen to the man. She left the valley with a heart full of doubts.

Liu Yunrou still kept a distance from the man.

Liu Yunrou's heart trembled slightly when she heard the man say that the medicine couldn't cure her, but she didn't show it. She knew that many things in this world were not as simple as they seemed. Despite this, Liu Yunrou maintained a polite smile and replied, "Thank you for the reminder, sir. I will pay attention to it."

In reality, Liu Yunrou already knew that the medicine might not be able to cure her illness, but she didn't care. She had a husband she deeply loved, Ye Chenxuan. Ye Chenxuan was talented, handsome, and caring. With him by her side, Liu Yunrou felt her life was filled with hope.

Ye Chenxuan had once told her that everything in the world has its destiny, and there was no need to force things. Therefore, Liu Yunrou learned to keep her distance, remaining indifferent to things that seemed beautiful but unattainable. She believed that as long as she was with Ye Chenxuan, no matter what difficulties they encountered, they could overcome them together.

Seeing Liu Yunrou's determination, the man couldn't help but look at her with new eyes. He knew that in this complex world, it was rare for a woman to maintain such a mindset. So, he smiled and said with blessing, "May you and your husband, Ye Chenxuan, live happily and healthily, and grow old together."

Liu Yunrou returned the favor with a grateful smile, silently thanking the stranger for his blessing. To her, her love for Ye Chenxuan was a gentle, carefree smile, like a spring breeze sweeping across a lake, creating ripples. His eyes tilted upwards, revealing a hint of playfulness and confidence, as if everything in the world was under his control. This smile seemed to wash away the hustle and bustle of the world, allowing one to sense his inner tranquility and indifference. It was the most beautiful scenery.

Perseverance is an indomitable and unwavering state of mind.

Wenxin's smile was like a flower slowly opening in spring, soft and full of life. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a subtle arc. Her smile was unaffected, pure and natural. Her eyes shone with a warm light, like two pools of clear spring water, rippling gently in the sunlight. Whenever she smiled, faint dimples appeared on her cheeks, adding a touch of playfulness and sweetness. Such a smile brought a sense of peace and joy to those who saw it, as if all worries had vanished in that moment.

In the stormy wilderness, a man stood firm, his figure remarkably resolute amidst the raging storm. His gaze was unwavering, as firm as a rock, unwavering despite the harsh winds and frost. His steps, though heavy, were each firm, as if declaring war on fate.

His hands were clenched into fists, his muscles tense, revealing boundless strength and determination. Rain mixed with sweat trickled down his forehead, but it couldn't blur his vision. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a silent expression of determination, a disdain for difficult challenges.

His back stood straight, like a century-old tree, standing tall despite the ravages of time. His will was like steel, never flinching, no matter how many setbacks he faced. In this unyielding gesture, people saw his indomitable spirit and felt the power to overcome all odds.

Wenxin's voice, like the crisp sound of spring rain falling on tender leaves, is gentle yet lively. When she speaks, her silky voice flows slowly, each word seemingly carefully crafted, neither high nor low, conveying her emotions and thoughts with just the right amount of precision. Her laughter is as melodious as a silver bell, crisp yet tinged with a hint of sweetness. Whenever she laughs, the sound seems to penetrate the heart, drawing a smile along. Accompanied by such a voice, even ordinary words become vivid, inviting one to listen and linger.

Wenxin's demeanor, like her name, exudes elegance and refinement. She walks with a lightness of step, as if each step is treading on clouds, unhurried and composed. Her gestures are always so gentle, whether she's waving her sleeve or gently lifting a teacup, each movement is graceful, like a carefully choreographed dance.

When communicating with others, Wenxin's eyes are always gentle and focused, and she nods subtly as she listens, expressing respect and understanding. Her responses are always unhurried and her tone calm, conveying a sense of her nurturing and profound inner qualities. Even in busy or tense situations, Wenxin maintains her composure, her demeanor always imbued with an indescribable grace and composure that inspires a certain respect.

When expressing respect or gratitude, Wenxin would bow slightly, his gesture perfectly balanced, neither overly humble nor arrogant. His movements were like a classical poem, each movement a rhythm, each gesture a picture, pleasing to the eye and full of aftertaste.