In the cold moon and frost, the affairs of the Su Mansion were entangled in bloody entanglements. Lu Yin, a young accountant, nearly died on a snowy night because he broke into the housekeeper's smuggling of salt. He was rescued by his daughter-in-law Su Mingzhuo, who used a gold knife to cut out the rotten flesh. The cold light of the jade bracelet and the bright color of the cinnabar mole on the wrist of the girl in scarlet clothes reflect the cold fragrance of peacock gall in the west wing pharmacy, turning private salt road leads and complaints into spider silk, quietly spinning a web.
Day and night in the library for three years, the golden steps swayed and the light penetrated into the annotations of ancient books. The peach wood hairpin conceals the oath of a tiger and a ghost, finally breaking the taboo sentiment. The flame birthmark on Su Mingzhuo's clavicle burned through Lu Yin's memory of reincarnation, and the prophecy of burning his body in flames from his previous life reappeared with the broken chain of his jade bracelet - she wielded a poisonous blade like a red lotus, and he gouged out his heart to suffer the punishment of the fire poison, burning the bloody vine pattern into scorch marks.
The fire that burned down all the wealthy families burned through the winter snow of the 19th year of Jiajing. The peach wood tiger patterns carbonized in the ashes are just like the fragments of fate that have been entangled for two lifetimes. Only the broken part of the jade bracelet that the watchman caught a glimpse of shone coldly on the snowy night.
Intention: I can't escape the disaster of being burned even though I've been reincarnated for hundreds of times. Is it because my love is hard to get rid of, or is it because I'm sinking deeper?