As the first rays of the morning sun painted the sky of Chang'an golden, Yuan Wuying emerged from his austere chamber, demeanor as cold as he was beautiful. The city's denizens revered him, not just for his looks but for his unrivaled skill in the medical domain, a physician whose talents were whispered about even in the imperial court. But Wuying, a man of few words and even fewer smiles, preferred the company of herbs and tinctures over people.

The day began with Yuan Wuying meticulously arranging the shelves of Qianqian medicinal house, where he resided and practised alone. Jars of rare herbs and potions lined the wooden counters, each labeled with intricate characters in his handwriting.