Zhen's Mansion, a famous family in Suzhou, was once the warmest corner in the misty Jiangnan - Zhen Shiyin sat with ancient paintings and calligraphy books, his wife was nurturing and expecting a baby, and his days were as long and peaceful as the willow silk by the moat.
Until in front of Xuanmiao Temple, the lame Taoist thrust the broken jade inscribed with "Taixu Illusion" into his hand, and the song "Everyone knows that gods are good" became a prophecy that haunted him for half his life. My beloved daughter Yinglian is celebrating her first birthday, holding a pen in one hand and a powder box in the other, but she makes the old monk lament that "beautiful women are destined to have a bad fate." She helps the down-and-out scholar Jia Yucun to go to Beijing to take the exam. Is it giving help in times of trouble or attracting a wolf into the house? The mother's relics hidden in the old book box were combined with the broken jade to form a complete picture. Twelve sad pictures pointed to the fate of "separation of flesh and blood".
When Mr. Hu Sangong made things difficult for him, disputes in the Calabash Temple ensued, and the Taoist singing sounded outside the wall again on the Mid-Autumn Night, Zhen Shiyin was shocked to realize that the stability he was guarding was just an illusion on the chessboard of fate. That fragment of jade, that scroll of atlas, and that prophecy will eventually push him into an inescapable catastrophe in the world of mortals. He can protect the cherished Wen Zhengming's original work, but can he protect the people closest to him?
