In the autumn of the 16th year of the Republic of China, red lanterns were once again hung on the eaves of the west wing of the Su Mansion, as mysterious as blood pomegranates. Wanqing was sitting on the edge of the bed in her wedding dress, clutching the blood jade button left by her sister in her sleeves - Yujie died suddenly six months ago, but the blood book revealed the truth that "if the lantern goes out, life is in danger".
The butler's warning was still in his ears: "It's an honor to light up the lanterns, it's a shame to turn them off." The sweet and decadent aroma filled the air from the lanterns, and the sound leaked out, and the drunk Su Shichang pushed the door open. He raised Wanqing's chin: "Follow the Su family's rules and you will have a good life."
She lowered her head and promised softly, with ice hidden in her eyes. The night wind blew up suddenly, the lantern swayed wildly, and the red light trembled like a howl. With a smile on her lips, the bride vowed to burn the rules of cannibalism together with the lamplighter.
