The green plum blossoms are stained with blood, and they plot to overthrow the general's mansion.
International crisis consultant Wei Mingli opened his eyes and became the embers of the destruction of the Duke of Jingguo. The imperial edict was like a shackle, and she was given to her childhood sweetheart, General Pei Zheng, as a concubine - the son of her father and brother's unbloody enemy. The rich family of the General's Mansion is her new purgatory.
She hid her pride and clothed herself in lambskins.
The high wall locks the clear shadow, and the cold eyes quench the cold heart. She accepted the rotten food with a smile and tolerated the humiliation of her servants silently. However, life can be glimpsed under the moss marks of the abandoned well, and a dark web is weaved in the muddy water of Huanyi. Dongyuan's jealousy was the fuse she ignited, and Chaotang's hidden arrows were her borrowed blades. Pei Zheng's eyes were as sharp as a razor: "Being safe is your only way to survive." She lowered her eyes and responded meekly, but her nails dug into her blood-stained palms - Be safe? She wants this general's mansion to kneel down and light a lamp for the injured soul of the Wei family!
Under the gentle mask, there is murderous intention at every step.
The deep compassion in the eyes of the old gardener, the secret scroll of the dynasty locked at the bottom of the dry well, the blood-stained transaction letters in Pei's father's study... She fell asleep in the silent gaze beside her bed late at night, dancing on the tip of the knife surrounded by enemies. Every cowardly whisper tears apart the enemy's camp; every "accidental" miss lets the truth slip away from its sheath. The friendship between childhood sweethearts has long been boiled into intestinal poison by a sea of blood.
