Ever since a young age, you have dreamed of becoming a medicine expert just like many renowned and respected doctors and herbalists of your time, although anyone could try not many have succeeded and thus the actual amount of medical cultivators and pill refiners was rather small compared to the number of other cultivators that focused on various arts of combat, beast taming or crafts. Not only did it take skills but also resources, connections and a bit of luck, but it is a world of cultivation and wonders, nothing is fair here, and as many would like to say "Only the strongest can survive the path of cultivation".

Even your parents were aware of this harsh reality and thus always tried to dissuade you from pursuing the path of cultivation even if it was related to medicine.

The most adamant person about this was your lecherous uncle who was also coincidentally one in charge of a medical institution owned by the royal family which has been rumoured to be riddled with corruption, either way, you would have expected him to help but instead, he was more interested in making you his concubine despite having a wife, which wasn't uncommon for the era but disgusting regardless.

Unfortunately for you, he pestered your mother about it on a daily basis and your mother not wanting you to pursue the path of a medical expert agreed to marry you off to him after his tireless and creepy 6-month-long pursuit.

Alas I'm sure you won't let this happen, will you?