Master Healer with a Poisonous Heart: The Rural Apothecary

Jiang Anran had been in this world for four days now. The idea of borrowing a corpse to return a soul was bewildering, yet since it had truly happened, she could only accept it. Besides, transmigrating into another world was not a bad thing for her. After her grandfather and mother passed away one after the other, she was no longer the cherished little princess of the An family.

She had originally planned, once everything was settled, to publicly sever her ties with that man and abandon the Jiang surname to take her mother's family name, An. Now, this was even better; their connection was cleanly cut. She would never again have to loathe the tainted blood that ran in her veins. The only regret was that she could not witness the downfall of him and that vile woman with her own eyes. But now that they had lost control of their company and were poisoned by something unknown, their lives would surely be worse than death.

“Grandpa, Mom, I have avenged you both!” Jiang Anran murmured, gazing at the snowflakes drifting past the yellowed paper window. They had caused her to lose her mother as a child; in return, she had seen to it that they lost their children in their middle age. A life for a life—only then was it fair.

A sudden clatter snapped her out of her thoughts. Turning, she saw the family's second son, An Jian—known as Shuanzi—a ten-year-old boy, entering with a small iron bucket filled with fire strands.

“Little sister, you’ve only just recovered. Don’t sit by the window; the wind seeps through the cracks and it’s cold. Come warm yours