On the day when the mountain was closed due to heavy snow, the housekeeper of the Hou Mansion kicked open the firewood shed: "The mourning star who killed his own mother, go and celebrate the chief minister!" Shen Qingzhi crushed the poisonous grass in her palm and glanced at the housekeeper's throat with cold eyes. When they entered the wedding hall, the red candles wept with blood, and the blood coughed up by the groom's official stained the white silk. The imperial doctor shook his head and backed away: "Let's prepare for the funeral." She pulled out the dead wood hairpin and plunged a three-inch golden needle into Xiao Zhi's heart. The dying man suddenly opened his eyes and rubbed the cinnabar on her wrist with his fingertips: "It's a good time to celebrate... Madam, she's very good at it."
