Shen Zhiwei was once the most inconspicuous noblewoman in the capital. She was hidden under the wings of her family. She was so naive that she thought the biggest trouble in life was running out of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.
Until the night when he was sixteen years old, the person he trusted the most pushed open the door of the house with his own hands, and the entire Shen family was buried in a sea of fire.
She crawled out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses, but what she was waiting for was the news that her father and brother had collaborated with the enemy and the family was destroyed. But when she knelt down and begged to be taken in, an even crueler truth was revealed - she was not the biological daughter of the Shen family. This massacre was originally aimed at her.
Innocence is the original sin. Kindness is the knife that kills her whole family.
From that day on, she lived like an unsheathed knife. In the court, she used business wars to destroy the money bags of political opponents; she knew the dark side of people's calculations better than the old fox.
People say she is cold-blooded. Little did she know that someone would always quietly put a plate of warm osmanthus cake on her desk when she thought of her childhood.
That silent shadow, standing three steps away, never came close, never made any calculations, and only let her know when everyone left -
She still deserves to be treated tenderly.
