When I was fifteen years old, I watched my father being nailed to the beam of the ancestral hall by family members to protect me. The blood stained the blue cloth shirt he usually wore, leaving only the words "Don't trust anyone, live on."
From then on, Shen Zhiwei became the "sinner" of the Shen family and was thrown into a broken courtyard on the outskirts of the city to fend for himself. They said that my father collaborated with the enemy and treason, and that I was a disaster star, but I remember the map that my father drew in the study late at night, and I remember the panic in his eyes when he gave me the jade pendant with the word "" engraved on it.
For three years, I was like a rat in the gutter, secretly investigating the cause of my father's death. But when I found a clue, I was pushed into the cold lake by my tribe. When I opened my eyes again, I became a mute girl from Shangshu Mansion with ugly scars on my face. And the mysterious young man Xie Linzhou who always appeared outside my courtyard late at night seemed to be hiding the same secret as me.
The broken memories gradually came back with the warmth of the jade pendant. The blood on the pillars of the ancestral hall, the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake, and the fragrance of ink on Xie Linzhou's sleeves were all related to the "witchcraft case" that wiped out three clans twenty years ago. It turns out that my father's death was just the beginning of the family's cover-up of crimes, and my purpose of feigning death and rebirth was to dig out the filth hidden in the shadow of the red wall little by little, so that the bones of those who had harmed my whole family could taste the burning of their bones.
