Red Makeup Replaces the Cold Prison Sentence

On the winter night of the twenty-third year of Yongchang, Gu Mingshu woke up from a glass of poisonous wine and was reborn on the night of his wedding to Yongan Marquis Shen Yi. In her previous life, she was the medicine guide of the Hou Mansion. She cut her wrists to collect blood for three years, and finally died due to Liu Yiyi's poisonous wine. In this life, she overturned the Hexin wine, left the house overnight on the grounds of "sudden illness," and used the name of Dongchang Admiral Wang Zhi to force Shen Yi to compromise. After escaping from the Hou Mansion, she met Ye Wei Qianhu Shen Lan. He blocked the knife for her and suffered the torture for her. In the dungeon, his fingernails were pulled out and branded thirty-seven times. Three of his ribs were broken, but he did not say a word. He only said: "In this life, I will only have my wife. I want to protect her for the rest of my life." She overthrew King Xiang, found out the late emperor's edict, and cleared the Shen family's grievances, but found out that Shen Yi was actually her brother. That glass of poisonous wine, that plot, and those debts from previous lives must be settled one by one. Over the next six hundred years, the descendants of the Shen family took root in Jiangnan. An old plum tree has been planted since the Ming Dynasty; a hosta has been passed down for more than 20 generations; an academy has been burned down and rebuilt several times in the war. Each generation protects those stories in its own way - some teach, some join the army, some build ships, some farm. If the roots are there, they will not fall. Six hundred years later, Gu Mingshu, a descendant of the Gu family, returned to Jiangnan from Beijing. Standing under the old plum tree, he took over the hosta that had been passed down for more than 20 generations. She named her daughter Gu Nianmei - thinking of plum blossoms and roots. This is a story about protection and return. From the frightening night in the Marquis Mansion of Yong'an to the sound of books in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, six hundred years of wind and rain, an old plum tree will never be apart from each other in all the generations.