Three years ago, the Zhenbei Hou Mansion collapsed overnight, and the fire devoured all the loyal family members. Only an orphan girl, Shen Qichi, crawled out from the sea of blood and corpses.
Three years later, the mysterious "Porcelain Yuxuan" emerged in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The owner, Su Ci, caressed the cracked ice glaze with his jade fingers, chatting and laughing, making the famous porcelain hard to find. No one knows that these porcelain hands have quietly weaved a huge network of destructive intelligence in the darkness.
She has only one goal: to uncover the real culprit who burned down the Hou Mansion!
Pei Yanzhi, commander of the Supervision Department, is the sharpest knife in the emperor's hand. Under the jade face is "Yam Luo" who makes the government and the public tremble. A strange old case of officials killing a family locked his sights on Jiangnan Porcelain Company.
He traces the clues to the murder, and she peeps into the truth about the family's destruction.
When the cold and stern supervisor grabbed the porcelain merchant's wrist and made eye contact:
She saw the scrutiny in his eyes, but she didn't know that he had already seen through the old wounds under her mask;
He explores the secrets of her porcelain business, but unexpectedly he steps into her carefully crafted revenge chess game.
When the swords in the dark night are splashed with flint, and when the cage on the thin line of life and death breeds clinging, the feelings that should not arise are like the secret-colored porcelain in the kiln fire, quenching a fatal stream in the flames of conspiracy and betrayal...
When the truth about the old case tore the court apart, she wiped the porcelain dust from her eyes, put on her armor and rushed to the north - it was the fiefdom watered with flesh and blood by the Zhenbei Army, and now she will guard it for the rest of her life.
Thousands of miles away, he stood on the top of the palace with his sword in hand, looking at the beacon smoke in the north, holding a blood-stained celadon fragment tightly in his palm...
Intention: Machiavellian