The dazzling Yuan Dynasty comes, and the blood suddenly comes.
Twelve-year-old Shen Qingci, the apple of the eye of Shen Zhiyuan, the Minister of Rites, is happily standing in front of the colorful "Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix" lamp in the mansion, filled with the joy of the festival and the love of his father. However, his father, who had returned from the palace banquet, had not yet settled down, and the iron hoofs of the Forbidden Army, which confiscated the family and exterminated the clan, had crushed all peace and happiness.
It only takes a moment for the house to collapse. The parents were captured and the servants were scattered. The once proud glass lamp was reduced to ashes in the flames, reflecting the falling stars in the girl's eyes.
In the chaos, the old servant Lao Zhou desperately stuffed Qing Ci into a sack, intending to take her out of this hell on earth. The cold horse hooves and feathered arrows tore apart the last hope of life.
"Jump... Jump down... Follow the water..." Lao Zhou pointed to the moat with his last bit of strength and fell into the mud of snow and blood.
Behind him are the sky-high flames devouring his home and the screams of his pursuers, and in front of him is the biting cold river devouring life. Shen Qingci trembled and jumped into the dark turbulence. The cold river water flooded her mouth and nose, carrying the small body of the legitimate daughter of Shangshu Mansion, and completely submerged her name and identity for the past twelve years.
A tiny speck of dust is carried by huge waves and sinks into the abyss of fate. Can she survive the unknown torrent? Under the blood feud, how will the clear moon that once illuminated her childhood reappear?
