Murong Xue thought that she died in the flames of Dayan's palace on the day her country was destroyed and her family was destroyed. When she opened her eyes again, she became Su Jin, the daughter of a merchant. She opened a brocade shop in the most prosperous area of the enemy's capital. During the day, she is a businessman who smiles coquettishly and exchanges glasses of wine with noble ladies; after nightfall, she is a restorer who walks on the tip of a knife and weaves an intelligence network with silk threads. Everything went according to plan until she met the person she shouldn't have met - Xie Yan, the son of the current prime minister. Everyone said that Mr. Xie was as gentle as jade, cool and self-possessed, and was the dream of countless noble ladies in the capital. But this dream kept coming to her Jinxiufang every night. Give her out-of-print copies, read boring account books with her, put a coat on her when she is absent-minded, and ask softly: "What are you thinking about again?" Murong Xue's heart beat like a drum, thinking about how your father broke through the gate of my country three years ago, where my three thousand soldiers are hidden, and when I can pull down your father and son! But she could only laugh: "I'm thinking that the material of Mr. Xie's robe today is not ordinary." She thought she was perfectly disguised. On the eve of the restoration of the country, she was about to issue the last secret order, but was blocked in the secret room by Xie Yan. What he was holding in his hand was the dragon and phoenix auspicious sachet that she had embroidered by herself and belonged to the Yan royal family. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "Axue, you once said that this brocade is your life's work. If I help you destroy this thousands of miles of country, can you... Embroider another home just for me?"
