The winter is deep in Yujing, and the cold plum blossoms weep with blood.
Yun Zhi, the humblest concubine in Yunhou Mansion, received a blood-stained scroll of "Spiritual Menstruation" on the night when her biological mother died of hatred.
"A woman should establish herself in this world like the moonlight—soft but not weak, bright but not dazzling."
In the courtyard of the deep house, she hid her edge, writing on behalf of her sister-in-law, and copying scriptures for her mistress. No one knows that the slender hands that sit at the desk every night have already practiced the soul-killing sword under the moonlight.
