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“Father!” she screamed in terror, wanting to rush forward, but her father, with his last ounce of strength, pushed her into the secret passage and slammed the hidden door shut behind her.
In the darkness, she heard rough voices from outside: “My lord, all of Nangong Manor has been exterminated, except for that little girl.”
“It doesn’t matter,” another voice replied coldly and steadily. “A mere little girl can’t stir up any trouble. Burn the bodies; the charge of treason against the Nangong Family is already established, and no one can overturn it.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Little Nan Gong Shuang peered through a crack in the secret passage and saw a figure pass by. As the person turned, the jade pendant at their waist glimmered in the firelight, revealing a faintly visible special insignia...
“No!” Nan Gong Shuang awoke from her nightmare, drenched in sweat.
Outside, the night remained deep and still. She sat up, trying to calm her rapid breathing, but felt a bone-chilling cold surge from within her body, rushing through her limbs.
“It’s going to flare up again...” Nan Gong Shuang gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain inside her.
Since childhood, she had suffered from Cold Poison Physique; if the Cold Poison within her did not flare up periodically, it would backfire on her. For ten years, she had barely managed to control it using secret methods taught by her master, but each flare-up was still unbearably painful.
Struggling to get out of bed, she retrieved a medicine box she always carried with her. The box was ancient and exquisite, a treasured heirloom of the Nangong Family. When she escaped through the secret passage, it was the only item she could take—her mother’s relic.
Opening the box revealed neatly arranged vials and silver needles. Trembling, Nan Gong Shuang took out a small porcelain bottle and poured out a shiny black pill.
“Just hold on...” she murmured to herself as she swallowed the pill.
As the medicine took effect, the coldness intensified; her entire body began to tremble as her skin gradually turned an eerie bluish hue, as if covered in frost and snow. Sweat beaded on her forehead but crystallized into tiny ice shards upon contact with the air.
Nan Gong Shuang gritted her teeth against the pain and took out a silver needle, quickly piercing several acupoints on herself. As the needles penetrated deeper, an unusual coldness emanated from those points like tangible white mist that spread throughout the room.
On the windowsill, a nightingale that had flown in unnoticed was struck by the cold air and instantly stiffened before falling to its death from the ledge.
Nan Gong Shuang glanced at it with a flicker of sorrow in her eyes. This was her physique; when Cold Poison flared up, even nearby living beings would be affected. This was also one reason why she had refrained from getting too close to others over the years.
Once the Cold Poison subsided slightly, Nan Gong Shuang rose and approached her vanity mirror, using the moonlight to illuminate her reflection in the copper mirror. Her face was as pale as paper while her lips were bright red like blood, creating a stark contrast. Most striking were her eyes; once dark as night, they now glowed with an eerie blue light like two cold stars.
“My master was right,” Nan Gong Shuang muttered to herself. “Every time Cold Poison flares up, it alters my physique.”
Her master was a reclusive healer who had saved her from death three years after the annihilation of the Nangong Family. Not only did he teach her medicine but also informed her about the uniqueness of Cold Poison Physique—an extremely rare innate constitution seldom seen in a millennium, referred to in ancient medical texts as Ice Muscle Jade Bone.
Though Cold Poison appeared to be a disease, it was actually a gift; if controlled properly, it could bestow unimaginable abilities upon its bearer. The medical texts of the Nangong Family had recorded that those with such a physique could practice Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique to achieve longevity and immunity to all poisons.
Unfortunately, those medical texts had long been lost in flames; Nan Gong Shuang could only rely on methods taught by her master to barely control her Cold Poison without harming herself.
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