A cultivation technique was sealed inside the Psychic Jade. When Jia Baoyu awakened from a dream, he finally realized that being born with a jade in his mouth was no coincidence. The spirit stone left over after Nuwa mended the heavens had been a seed of immortality all along.
But the evil spirits in the Grand View Garden arrived even faster than he did. The Heart-Eating Gu, the hidden mark of the Entwined Lotus, thirty years of old accounts in the accounting office, and the official seal in the Illusory Realm of Supreme Void that held the life-souls of 317 members of Prince Nan'an's household: someone had laid a web stretching from Jinling to Shaozhou, with the fate of three generations of the Jia family tied to its far end.
The white jade pendant at Lin Daiyu's neck was the other half of the spirit stone. She taught herself the Pure Spirit Art from half a volume of an old book. On a perilous night when Baoyu was in danger, she sensed the spiritual energy rippling over a talisman from half a city away. From the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to a crevice in the rocks beneath Mount Qinggeng, from a frail young lady to someone who could conjure a seven-petaled lotus in her palm, every step she took was beside Jia Baoyu's, revealing a Daiyu unlike any anyone had seen before.
Two spirit jades, cultivating together. From Jinling to Shaozhou, from the accounting office to Mount Qinggeng, a thirty-year-old case is peeled open layer by layer in the moonlight beneath the white magnolia tree. The Prince Zhongshun's network of spies has yet to be fully uprooted, and Eunuch Zheng has already headed south with a fragment of the spirit stone. There is still a hard battle to fight before the winter solstice.
The red lanterns of the Jia family still glow in the night. Beneath their light, two shadows now stand side by side.
This time, the young master does more than compose poetry in the garden.
