The Blood of the Champion, the Tears of the Brothel

In Zuiyue Tower in the south of the Yangtze River, there is Liu Yunshang, a nobleman of the Qing Dynasty. He is extremely talented and has a heart as high as the sky. She spent all her money to support Shen Yan, a scholar from a poor family, to take the exam, in exchange for a vow to "marry you on the day of high school." After three years of waiting, I finally heard that Shen Yan was named on the gold medal list, and he was ranked number one. Yun Shang wears a red dress to be married, and her heart is filled with joy as she looks forward to her lover. Unexpectedly, what was waiting for her was not a sedan chair, but a marriage decree and a heartless letter. The former number one scholar, who was deeply affectionate, tempered his words with every word: "A pair of jade arms that thousands of people can use as pillows, and a pair of jade lips that thousands of people can taste. How can you be worthy of me, the number one scholar in a brothel?" Every word is heart-breaking, and kindness is cut off. The next day, the bright red wedding dress that had been worn by the unawaited groom was finally wrapped in plain silk. A wisp of fragrant soul, stained with blood on the white silk, the fragrance disappears and the jade dies. She used the most decisive way to accuse her of being heartless and evil, and burned away the last glimmer of light left to her in this cannibalistic world.