Her name was Su Lingyun. Born amid the mist and rain of Jiangnan, she was once a graceful bamboo shoot in Gusu.
They called her Zhuozhuo. Trapped in the glittering world of the capital, she was a flower that burned freely in the eyes of the powerful.
One Lantern Festival shattered her crystal life. From the only daughter of a Gusu gentry family to a courtesan who entertained guests, the touch of rouge on her forehead was both a gift and a curse.
She once believed the Marquis’s mansion would be her home, but forgot that a chamber maid was a rootless duckweed. A bowl of abortion medicine extinguished the last of her affection and tempered her into a woman who saw things clearly.
Her family destroyed, her origins adrift. The world sighs that she is as rootless as duckweed, but she is determined to make the most dazzling flower bloom from this mire.
