Goddess's Personal Doctor

The villagers mocked me, calling me a worthless bumpkin from the hills. Little did they know, the ancient Miao remedies I carried held secrets beyond their understanding. With a single potion, I captured the heart of the woman they worshipped like a goddess—their envy turned to stunned silence. My knowledge of Xinjiang’s forgotten healing arts became my greatest weapon. While they sneered, I brewed the elixir that made their unattainable dream mine. The laughter died when she chose me, proving their arrogance meant nothing against centuries of hidden wisdom. Now they watch in bitter awe as the so-called toad walks beside their queen. The mountains taught me what their fancy education never could—real power comes from the earth’s oldest secrets. Let them keep their ridicule; I’ll keep the goddess who sees beyond appearances. Every smirk they threw now tastes like dust on their tongues. The joke’s on them—this “peasant” outplayed them all.