[In their previous lives, they were the peerless duo of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling: one cried herself to death, the other was buried beneath the snow with her golden hairpin.]
[In this life, they return together from hell. One buries flowers, the other turns the tables, and together they’ll bring down this cruel world.]
Lin Daiyu died slowly.
The last tear of the Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass witnessed Grandmother Jia’s compromise, Baoyu’s cowardice, and Lady Wang’s cold indifference. So this was what “love” meant: a thread binding the bones, a sword that pierced the heart.
Xue Baochai lived a long life.
She endured a loveless marriage and watched the great house collapse. Amid the endless whiteness, her ambition to rise with the help of the wind became a cruel joke.
Then they came back together.
Back to the Jia family’s Grand View Garden, blooming with flowers on the surface and seething with danger beneath.
In this life, Daiyu no longer cries. Her tears will become poison wine to kill her enemies, and her poetic talent will become a net from which no one can escape.
In this life, Baochai no longer counsels patience. Her virtue will become the power to control people’s hearts, and her reason will be forged into a blade that leaves no roots behind.
They smiled at each other, seeing the hellish chill in one another’s eyes.
And so
“Dear sister, may I borrow this east wind?”
“Dear little sister, those fallen blossoms deserve a deeper grave.”
Together, they seize control of the household, poison their legitimate mother, kill their strict father, and take every last bit of the family fortune.
As everyone watches in shock, they tear Confucian rites, family bonds, and filial piety to shreds.
At last, on the misty waters of Taihu Lake, a small boat drifts by.
Two women, a jug of wine, a boat full of treasures, and no more chains.
