[It is snowing at night in the capital, and an oil-paper umbrella breaks away the bloody dust]
Shen Qinglan was reborn on the eve of the downfall of his family, with the hatred of his previous life wrapped in his cold skin. She planned to get close to the gentle and jade-like Pei Shoufu, but she didn't know that his red fingertips had already been filled with her destiny. What was undercurrent in the court were not only clues about the unjust case, but also his fiery and paranoid eyes hidden under the memorial - "Since Miss Shen wants to overturn the case, why not also investigate the case in my heart?" When the poisonous hairpin of the daughter of the emperor's merchant was pressed against her throat, and the secret letter of brother Shen Yi was curled up in the brazier, in this chess game in the name of revenge, the chess player has long been reduced to a trapped beast.
