Poisonous Goddess: I'm just lazing around in the mortal realm.

Before she transmigrated, she was just an ordinary, unremarkable office worker.

One rainy night, a multi-vehicle collision took her life.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the body of a girl with the same name as her.

It took her a long time to realize that this era did not belong to any period of history she knew.

Because she is a minor deity who has lived for hundreds of years and has been cultivating on Mount Cangqiong.

At first, she always dreamed of living freely with the fox demon in the so-called demon realm, but ever since she agreed to descend to the mortal world with her master, this is the third time she has dreamed that the fox demon wants to kill her.

As evening fell, Yan opened the window. The night air was soft and the bright moon hung high in the sky. It was early spring. As the window opened, a chilly wind blew in, making her shiver.

She tried to perform a magic spell to dispel the chill from her body, but to no avail.

Only then did he remember that he was searching for the Demon Lord's whereabouts in the capital of Nanyang in the mortal realm. All the gods in the divine realm were not allowed to use their divine power too much in the mortal realm.

Shi Wanyan subconsciously stroked the compass pendant she wore around her neck, an item she had been wearing since she woke up on Cangqiong Mountain.

Carved from the finest mutton-fat jade, the compass pendant symbolizes guiding the correct direction.

Her divine power was very unstable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and uncontrollable. Therefore, her master, Lord Cangqiong Mountain, cast a spell on the Sinan Pendant to seal the chaotic and uncontrollable divine power within her body.

"gentlemen--"

At this moment, the sound outside pulled her thoughts back, and Shi Wanyan raised her hand and hid the jade pendant she wore close to her body inside.

As she turned around, she happened to run into the maid, A-Yue, who was pushing open the door.

Ah Yue was panting heavily from running, her little face flushed red.

"Sir, please go and take a look!"

"Is something wrong with the Third Prince?"

Shi Wanyan hurriedly picked up the medicine box that was placed to the side.

"Yes, the Third Prince is coughing again. Please go and take a look, sir."

Ah Yue said in a flustered manner; despite her young age, she always acted in a loud and boisterous way.

Shi Wanyan thought to herself that the summons had come at just past midnight, so she must have fallen ill suddenly. She quickly put on an outer robe and followed A Yue out of the room.

Her master had said that a heavenly secret had been revealed, and that the mortal realm would soon be destroyed by the Demon Lord Chongming. Only by descending to the mortal realm and killing the Demon Lord, who had also transformed into a mortal, could the mortal realm be saved from this calamity.

After several investigations, Shi Wanyan discovered that the Demon Lord was hiding in the Nanyang Imperial Palace. In order to find an opportunity to sneak into the palace, she had no choice but to transform into a wandering doctor named Thirteen.

Under the pretext of treating the Third Prince's illness, they temporarily stayed in a side courtyard of this mansion.

The antique mansions stretched out in an endless line, but Thirteen had no interest in admiring the palaces and pavilions at the moment; all he could see was lush greenery and blooming flowers.

Walking along the winding path paved with gravel, the exotic flowers and plants that bloom all year round on both sides made Thirteen suddenly stop. With just a quick glance, she locked her attention on an inconspicuous little blue flower in the flower bushes.

She bent down and picked it. Under the moonlight, the budding flower shone with an eerie, dark blue glow and emitted a faint, unnoticed fragrance.

A-Yue turned her head and saw that Thirteen was still picking flowers, so she quickly went up to him and gently urged him on.

"Sir, please hurry up and leave. The Third Prince is still waiting for you."

"Okay, come right away."

Thirteen agreed verbally, but inwardly she was deep in thought, the strangeness of the flower arousing her vigilance.

On Mount Cangqiong, she enjoyed studying poisons, and would often try out her newly concocted poisons by putting some into the rabbits raised by her seventh senior brother.

Thirteen wanted to unravel the secret of the flower, but couldn't resist A-Yue's constant urging, so he could only get up and put the flower away, thinking he would study it later when he returned to his room.

The two then hurriedly left.

By the time they arrived at the entrance to the Third Prince's bedroom, half a cup of tea had already passed.

The Third Prince's residence was extremely quiet. Due to his physical limitations, he could not go out often, so he ordered that all kinds of flowers be planted in the courtyard, which would bloom in all four seasons. As long as one opened the window, one could see the garden full of spring colors.

Every time I pass by, the courtyard is filled with the fragrance of flowers, which is intoxicating.

As the heavy door was pushed open, Thirteen stepped across the threshold, and a servant gently closed the door behind him.

The room was not brightly lit, with only a few candles flickering. A faint scent of incense burned on the table. The doors and windows were tightly closed, blocking out most of the chill from outside.

The Third Prince preferred quiet and disliked going out. He was always attended to by servants. Through the candlelight, Thirteen could vaguely sense that two servants were standing in the corner, ready to serve their master at any time.

"This humble subject greets Your Highness the Third Prince."

She stepped forward and bowed. The room was so quiet that she dared not look up. The heated floor inside was warm and comfortable, dispelling most of the chill that Thirteen had felt from the night wind on her journey.

A faint coughing sound came from directly in front.

"Ahem... Sir, you needn't stand on ceremony. Everyone says you are my benefactor, but when it's just the two of us, there's no need for formalities."

Upon hearing this, Thirteen raised her head and saw the man leaning against the bedside, holding a silk handkerchief to his lips, suppressing a cough that was about to erupt.

The man on the couch was dressed in black, with his collar open to reveal his fair skin. He had long, slender eyebrows and clear eyes, and the light in his eyes was like the luster on jade. He looked gentle, but in reality, he was incredibly resilient.

"Sir, thank you for your trouble. I was hoping to wait until dawn, but alas, I am..."

Before the Third Prince Duan Yuchuan could finish speaking, he coughed again. His pale face flushed red from the violent coughing.

"It is my honor to serve Your Highness."

Thirteen stepped forward to take his pulse. Because the man had been bedridden for several years, he always had a faint medicinal scent on his body.