Story of Minglan: The Crabapple Blooms Again

**Blood splatters where the swing hangs, while begonias burn to ash**

In the depths of the Sheng family estate in the eighth year of Yuanfeng, a bloodstained swing plot tears away the mask of sisterly affection.

When Molan smiles sweetly and hands over a rope coated in caltrops, Rulan snips her sister's sash in return:

**A falling bag of lime** rolls to Sheng Hong's feet,

**Cursed talisman papers** flutter through the air like butterflies,

And the hair of a **voodoo doll** is entwined with the name of the legitimate mother.