The broken window paper in the side courtyard of the Hou Mansion rustled in the night wind. Sheng Wantang touched the half jade plaque that her mother had given her before she died, and dug her nails into her palm - ten years ago, Mrs. Wang caused her mother to collapse and die. On that night, she hid in the closet and wrote down all the details: the lotus embroidered on her aunt's sleeves, the golden walking stick hidden by her concubine, and even the sound of the beads in the old housekeeper's abacus became pawns in her plan.
Today at Wang's birthday banquet, she holds the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she made by herself, watching the confidant nanny who always has a high eye take the first bite; tomorrow when the ancestral hall burns incense, she pins a pearl hairpin to the corner of her concubine's skirt, just like the pair thrown in Wang's room.
Things are going to change in the Hou Mansion?
No, she is the concubine who was stepped into the mud and wants to stab the knife back into the hearts of those people intact.
As for the Nanchu Poison Master who suddenly appeared... Shen Kezhi pinched the antidote she handed him, his eyes turned red as he chuckled: 'Girl, this game lacks a back-up to use poison, can you still accept it?
