Shen Qingyi, the best cheongsam tailor in Sioux City, has a pair of hands that can make silk and satin bloom. On the day when the invitation from the Governor's Mansion was delivered to the shop, she was hemming a piece of Xiangfei-colored soft satin. Everyone said that going to make clothes for the young marshal who had just returned from the West was a steep climb. Only Shen Qingyi looked at the sharp handwriting on the invitation and cut the thread in her hand. She didn't know that after the cheongsam was measured, her life and that man's life would be entangled in the same buckle.
