In the twelfth lunar month in Chang'an, ten taels of official silver were stolen from the wrong person.
A Qi is just the meanest little thief in troubled times. He lives for a bite of food, but he steals the head of the treasonous general Shen Jin.
The man who was rumored to be bloodthirsty and cold-blooded lit a stick of incense and watched with interest as she ran away from the desperate situation.
"If you can escape before the incense burns, the money will be yours."
Unable to escape, he used her blood to test his knife.
He thought it was a death game on a whim, but he kept her by his side.
Teach her how to read and identify poisons, give her the power to devise tricks, and grind the fangs of the lone wolf into the flesh of the rabbit inch by inch.
She never knew why he chose her, just like she never knew whether he was a treasonous sinner or a lonely minister walking alone in the night.
Until the whirlpool of conspiracy involved the two of them together, and in the blood and fire, she finally saw clearly the ashes and obsession in his eyes.
It turns out that the stakes in this dangerous nurturing game have never been silver coins, but two lonely souls who recognize each other, bite each other in the darkness, and have to rely on each other closely.
