>Three years in the north, Fengxue taught Shen Shuangxu how to survive.
The moment she stepped into the general's mansion, she saw the ice in the eyes of the three children, which was very much like the cold light on the execution platform that day when her father and brother were interrogated.
The red door was closed heavily, and the eyes of the old concubine were like invisible swords.
She knew that everyone thought she was the docile puppet that the General welcomed into the family.
Little did he know that there was a knife hidden in her hand that could cut off all disguises.
But that night when the three step-sons and step-daughter fell ill, the wind and snow roared and tore the window lattice,
She stood up from the cold night watch couch, and the medicine bag in her sleeve fell into the charcoal fire, making a harsh sound——
How can she prove that she is not a hunter in the snow, but a person holding a lamp in the dark night?
