She was the apple of the eye of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, but her family changed overnight and she became Chu Ningxue, a little widow living with the dead in Jing'an Prison.
He was the only orphan of the treasonous minister. He lay dormant for five years and transformed into the powerful, cold-faced and iron-handed regent He Lanyan.
A series of strange cases involving "actors breaking their hearts" once again entangled two lines of fate that had been severed. Through the twelve beaded curtains in the courtroom, he watched her holding a knife in her bare hands, avenging the grievances of the deceased; in the biting cold air of the morgue, she felt his pressing oppression and overwhelming hatred step by step. A heartless letter five years ago cut off the friendship between childhood sweethearts and buried the secrets of two prominent families.
Late at night, in the morgue, he pressed her tightly against the corner of the cold autopsy bed, his tall figure enveloped her, and his breath was filled with the dangerous smell of sandalwood and spirits. "Chu Ningxue, your family is broken and everyone is dead, and you have to survive for five years. Do you feel at ease?" His eyes were scarlet and his voice was hoarse. But under his furious gaze, she forced herself to remain calm, digging her nails into her palms and using the pain to stay awake: "Your Majesty, I admitted the wrong person."
When the bones open their mouths, every word is a grave injustice; when old love turns into mourning, every step is a calculation. This time, is he going to drag her into a deeper hell, or is he going to do whatever it takes to turn things around for her and wipe away the dust and frost all over her body?
