On a winter night in the twelfth month of the Great Yin Dynasty, Qin Zhao watched as her birth mother’s heart was cut out and offered in sacrifice. All that remained was a Nine-Phoenix Gold Hairpin buried in her enemy’s throat. After lying low for ten years, she infiltrates the palace as a physician, only to discover in the discarded medicinal dregs that her mother was the last high priestess of the Wu clan. The truth behind the massacre at the “Blood Moon Pact” had long since been forged into a national treasure meant to protect the realm.
When a cursed jade awakens the memories of her maternal bloodline, it exacts a price from her senses: pain, taste, and color vanish one after another, and the falling snow turns into a torrent of blood. The powerful mock this orphan as a madwoman, unaware that she has laid a Soul-Splitting Nuo Mask trap at her enemy’s son’s wedding feast. In the end, the deadliest blade will point at the Imperial Preceptor who keeps a snow fox: when he poisoned her senior sister, did he ever imagine that she would willingly die just to make her daughter the spark that would burn the dynasty to ashes?
