In the third year of Xianyong's reign, autumn.
The water of the Bianhe River carries the broken lotus leaves, glowing gray in the dusk. Pan Aixi knelt in the mud, her forehead pressed against the cold shipboard, and the dull pain in the back of her neck was still creeping up. Just half an hour ago, she was standing under the spotlight in the live broadcast room, holding up the latest Chinese style makeup gift box to three million viewers, and said, "This dark color brings the autumn of Jiangnan into the eyebrows."
Then there was an ear-splitting roar.
