In the cold winter of the twelfth year of the Republic of China, a red sedan passed through the snowy streets. Ruan Peng, the daughter of the former Qing Dynasty Hanlin, was stuffed into a coffin and married to the warlord commander who had just died.
When the coffin lid was lifted and the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against her forehead, she used a whisper and a handful of incense ash to earn a place for herself in the bloody handsome manor.
From then on, gentleness is her disguise, and wisdom is her blade. When the national treasure that has been sleeping for thousands of years appears and a hundred ghosts are about to walk at night, her fate and that of the iron-blooded marshal can no longer be separated.
