In the courtyard of a deep house with blue bricks and black tiles, Su Wan was dressing up in front of a bronze mirror. Today is the day when she gets her haircut, and her father specially invites the most famous embroiderer in the city to make clothes for her, and also prepares a generous dowry. She was originally the daughter of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River. She was raised in a boudoir since she was a child. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was the apple of everyone's eyes.
However, just as she was happily waiting for the auspicious moment to come, a rush of footsteps broke the silence. "Miss, it's not good! The master was taken away by officers and soldiers!" Maid Xiaocui rushed in panting, her face full of horror. The hairpin in Su Wan's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and she stood up suddenly. She didn't even have time to change her embroidered shoes, so she stumbled and ran towards the main hall.
