My name is Pan Jinlian.
When I was twelve years old, I sold myself for thirty taels of silver. I understood that day that my life was not valuable, but my face was.
Later, in order to humiliate me, my mistress married me like a swill to the ugliest and most useless "three-inch son" in Qinghe County. On the wedding night, looking at that disgusting face, the last bit of conscience in my heart died.
Since the world does not allow me to live an innocent life, then I will be the most beautiful and vicious ghost in Qinghe County.
I opened the window, even though there was an abyss outside the window. I used Ximen Qing's greed to climb out of the quagmire; I used a bowl of arsenic to send away the husband who made me sick. I thought I won, I thought I finally had fate under my feet.
Until that snowy day, the man who shot the tiger came back with a steel knife. He looked at me like he was looking at a mortal prey.
In this life, I have slept with powerful people, killed husbands, and fought against rich families. I'm not afraid of going to hell, I'm just afraid that before I die, I will see my own dirty reflection in those eyes like cold stars.
This is a trapped beast's battle about desire, destruction and fate. I am Pan Jinlian. This is my story.
Intention: She thought she cut off the chains with her sword, but little did she know that it was a grave dug for herself - to see how the duckweeds in troubled times gradually transformed themselves into red skeletons, and staged a ridiculous play of cannibalism in the beautiful gold-selling cave.