In the west city of Bianjing, Shen Qingwu, the embroiderer of Yunjintang, was accustomed to lowering her head to thread the needle, but she picked out half a piece of blood-stained silk thread from an old embroidery sample. The mass murder committed by the merchant gang twenty years ago was actually hidden in the lotus flowers she embroidered every day.
Gu Mingyuan, a prodigal tea merchant, shook his folding fan and ran into the embroidery room: "Miss Shen, I will settle this blood debt for you." The meticulousness behind the gentle appearance, the planning behind the promiscuity, when Xiu unfolded the bloody old case, she realized that she was the sharpest needle in the game.
