Spring Snow in Chang'an

The day her father went to prison, Su Zhao didn't shed a tear.

When the madam of the Jiaofang Bureau forced her to sign a contract selling herself, she wasn't afraid either. Everyone thought she'd accepted her fate, that she'd soon become just another fallen daughter of a disgraced official, a drifting weed in Chang'an.

But the madam didn't notice that Su Zhao signed with her left hand. In her right, she hid a secret letter: one that could overturn the case, cost someone their life, drag her out of the abyss, and then slam her right back down.

Five months later, just when everyone thought Su Zhao had vanished without a trace, she appeared again in the courtroom for the joint trial before the Three Judicial Offices. She carried no handkerchief for tears, only stacks of irrefutable evidence and words that silenced every powerful figure in the room: “My lords, I'll reopen my father's case myself.”