
I had been engaged to Lucian Everhart, the young master of Medicine King Valley, seven times. And seven times, our engagement had been broken.
Seven years of devotion, yet each time the marriage contract reached my hands, his fisrt love, Evelyn Grace, would be poisoned, her life teetering on the edge of death.
Standing at the edge of a cliff, I stared blankly at Lucian Everhart, who now shed tears under pressure.
“This is the seventh time. Is our engagement truly so fragile?” Lucian Everhart pulled me into his arms, his voice low and hoarse.
“Isabelle, an engagement is just a formality. We can always hold the ceremony again. But Evelyn... she has only one life. She ended up like this because she took the poison for me.”
I forced a bitter smile. “Your tears will dry. Your heart will not break. But me?”
Seven broken engagements, my name had become a laughingstock. A joke. The woman who could never marry into Medicine King Valley.
The elder responsible for the marriage contract approached cautiously. “Girl… shall I prepare the contract?”
I shook my head.
“No need. I won’t marry.” Lucian, I reject both you and your role as the Medicine King Valley’s savior.
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The seventh marriage contract had arrived. Red silk carpets lined the ground. Drums and gongs thundered in celebration. Seven years had passed. This time, they said, nothing would go wrong.
Then…
Thud.
Evelyn Grace collapsed before the altar, right in front of me. My heart sank. Here we go again.
The elders of Medicine King Valley dropped to their knees as one, their wails echoing to the heavens.
“Please, Young Lady, save Evelyn again! Have mercy!”
Lucian cradled Evelyn in his arms, bloodshot eyes locking onto mine.
“Isabelle! Your tears! Hurry!”
I stared at him, numb.
“This is the seventh time,” I whispered. “Is our engagement really so fragile?”
Still holding his “dying” disciple, his voice broke. “Isabelle, the engagement ceremony can wait. But Evelyn only has one life.”
Then his tone sharpened. “She’s in this state because she tested the poison for me. Your tears won’t run dry, it won’t harm you!”
‘Won’t harm me?’ I smiled bitterly.
The hall was packed with guests. Where once there had been admiration, now only ridicule remained.
“The Medicine King Valley farce is happening again.”
“Six broken engagements weren’t enough? Now there’s a seventh?”
“Isabelle is truly shameless.”
The elder inched toward me again. “Girl… the marriage… is it still on?”
I shook my head. “It’s off.” “I won’t marry.”
Lucian and your sacred title, I reject both. A soft stirring came from within me. Our child. A spiritual embryo nurtured with my flower soul power.
Evelyn slowly opened her eyes, her breath faint and voice weaker still.
“Lucian… the poison’s reached my bones. Normal tears won’t work anymore…” Her gaze shifted to me.
“Unless… the flower soul embryo is refined into a Soul-Restoring Pill.”
My pupils contracted. She wants my child?
Lucian’s gaze followed hers… and landed on my abdomen. Our flesh and blood. A silent struggle flickered in his eyes, then resolved into grim determination.
“Isabelle, we can create another spirit embryo. But Evelyn… she’s one of a kind.”
A bone-deep chill surged from my feet to my skull. He had made his choice. He chose her. He chose to kill our child. Gripping my wrist with brutal force, he growled.
“Obey me. Don’t resist.”





