[In their previous life, they were the peerless pair of Jinling's Twelve Hairpins. One died in tears, and the other buried her golden hairpin in the snow.
[In this life, they returned from hell hand in hand, one to bury the flowers, and the other to use their strength to destroy this man-eating world.
Lin Daiyu died slowly.
The last tear of Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass looked at Jia Mu's compromise, Baoyu's cowardice, and Mrs. Wang's cold eyes. It turns out that the word "love" is the silk that binds the bones and the sword that pierces the heart.
Xue Baochai lived a long life.
As a widow, watching the building collapse, and in the vast whiteness, her Qingyun ambition of "good wind relies on strength" became the most ironic joke.
Then, they came back together.
Return to the Jia Mansion Grand View Garden, where flowers bloom and undercurrents surge.
In this life, Daiyu stopped crying. Her tears will turn into poisonous wine that kills enemies; her poetic talent will turn into a trap that can be calculated without leaving any trace.
In this life, Baochai stopped persuading him. Her virtue will become the authority to control people's hearts; her rationality will be forged into a steel blade that can eradicate the weeds.
They looked at each other and smiled, seeing the cold light from hell in each other's eyes.
So——
"Good sister, can you lend me this east wind?"
"Good sister, this fallen flower should be buried deeper."
From joining forces to evade the power of the housekeeper, to poisoning the mother-in-law, killing Yan's father and plundering the family wealth.
In front of everyone's astonished eyes, they tore ethics, ethics, and filial piety to pieces.
Finally, there was a small boat on the mist of Taihu Lake.
Two women, a pot of sake, a ship full of treasures, no more shackles.
