“I thought all those herbs and things that you’re putting in that pot are poisonous.” “They are.” The witches hummed noncommittally. “Breaks the curse though.” Jisung swallowed thickly. “And kill me.” He whispered or Jisung is an idiot and gets himself cursed and seeks help from the residence witch. Minho is more than happy to break the cruse for him, for a price.

Spring and Winter have always been wary of each other, but as part of a court recognised for its exceptional healers, Yixing could not stand idly by while the council debated a fellow man’s cry for help. Even if said man is the notorious Ice Monarch.