The snow fell in late winter, and the Zhuoyu Pavilion in the capital had long since turned into scorched earth, with only half a piece of broken jade left, hiding a decade of blood feud.
Su Heng's fingertips were covered with scars. On one side was the ingenious jade carving skill, and on the other was the blood-stained revenge blade.
Wearing a gentle mask and carrying a dragon and phoenix jade pendant, she walked into the birthday banquet of the Duke of Zhen Guo, planning every step of the way and setting up a deadly trap.
The hypocritical young master, the powerful duke, owed her and the Su family everything he owed, and he had to pay with blood.
The hatred burned out, the fire burned the pavilion, and she disappeared alone into the wind and snow, leaving only an unforgettable ending and the unspeakable desolation in the ashes.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
