The daughter of the Wang family is named Bai Shuang, with hibiscus-flowered cheeks and willow-leaf eyes. With eleven mirrors, one can learn how to put on makeup, and with twelve needles, one can embroider clothes. Thirteen lines of work are spent adjusting the food, and one is not willing to get lost in the mind and live in obscurity. Exquisite clouds are in the bun, and the wind blows in the sleeves with the fragrance of roses. The postures are strange and out of shape, turning suddenly and suddenly as if there is light. Heavy frost in February kills peaches and plums, and those who want to marry next year will die this year. My father-in-law, please don't cry in sorrow, this girl is not an ordinary couple. I am afraid that the immortals were relegated to the human world and were only thirteen years old. Most good things are not strong, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.
In the 20th year of Emperor Guangzong's reign in the Ming Dynasty, Guangzong fell seriously ill. His legitimate son, King Xuan Zhu Zhishu, and his third son, King Jing, Zhu Zhiqing, seized the throne. The border guard general Wang Zhengtie was inadvertently involved in the fight and was assassinated on his way back home. The whole family was brutally wiped out. His young daughter Bai Shuang narrowly escaped death and returned to Jinling three years later. Everything was completely different. The grudges and grudges that she could never seem to figure out made her suddenly understand where she should go. She would never let him wander alone between life and death again.