At three in the morning, after dying from overwork, modern investment banking VP Lu Li transmigrates into Hao Yun, the widowed daughter-in-law of the Xuan merchant family. Ahead lies a blood feud over her father’s murder, and behind her is her secret identity in the dark web organization Mirror. Her target for revenge is none other than Chen Jing, the youngest Xuan merchant tycoon in Qingluan City.
A brush with death triggers a soul swap through the resonance of a blood-soaked jade pendant. She becomes the cold, taciturn head of the Chen family, while he becomes its frail, long-suffering widow. Taking on her enemy’s identity, Lu Li uses her investment banking expertise to bring order to the Chen family’s chaos and carefully maneuvers through the arcane artifact trade wars. Trapped in Hao Yun’s body, Chen Jing finally sees the searing pain she has endured in silence for three years. An old scar on her left wrist and a worn coat hidden in a locked cabinet reveal the deep-seated desire to atone that he has kept buried.
Dark web assassins, a plot involving fake Soul-Tempering Pills, and the mystery of the Xuan Lord follow one after another. The two jade pendants conceal the truth behind their transmigration, while the Soul-Embroidering Loom builds a bridge between two worlds. She meant to use him to destroy the Chen family, but with each swap, she comes to understand the silent protection he offers. He meant to atone and repay his debt, but as they work together to unravel one crisis after another, he falls for her. Gratitude is gratitude, revenge is revenge, but the heart insists on crossing the line. Her memories are fading even as her longing grows. Should she return to the modern world to be with her mother, or stay in this other realm to protect their legacy?
When investment risk management meets arcane formations, and a thirst for revenge meets mutual salvation, they join hands in the glow of the blood jade to root out the remaining members of the Xuan network, restore integrity to the Phoenix Feather Pavilion, and protect justice in the industry by purifying arcane artifacts. This battle of souls spanning time and space finally finds its happy ending in the warmth of rice porridge at three in the morning, with the words, “Warm porridge, safe and sound, year after year.”
