—When the blood soaked the white plum, he held her broken hosta and knelt down like a statue in the snowy night.
In the winter of the third year of Jian'an in the Jin Dynasty, Ruan Liuzheng knelt on the bluestone steps of the Taiyuan Hospital and watched the blood reflected in the ice hanging from the eaves. This anonymous orphan girl from a medical family was supposed to spend the rest of her life guarding the medicine furnace, but she was pushed to the center of the whirlpool because of the sudden heart attack of the prince He Yunzhuo.
"The girl's silver needle is colder than the prison where the three judges will be tried." He Yunzhuo's pale fingertips scratched her blood-stained skirt. The violent prince did not know that what was hidden in her sleeve was not a life-saving silver needle, but a poisonous ice needle - the fire that burned down Zhoujiazhuang three years ago burned her life's warmth to ashes.
The first assistant, Shen Wan, will always appear when the moon rises above the willow branches. He wore a fox fur to protect her from the wind, and the ambergris on his sleeves lingered around the half of a moldy bun that the little beggar had given her in the ruined temple. Everyone knew that Shen Xiang was as gentle as jade, but they didn't know that he was crazy about tracing her features on rice paper late at night with cinnabar. The little girl who saved him from the fire had already carved the words "Zhou Chi'an" into her bones and blood.
"Yun Zhuo wants to marry you." Shen Wan placed the phoenix crown and harem in front of her door, his moon-white sleeves stained with unmelted snow particles. Ruan Liuzheng stroked the lotus embroidered with gold silk on her wedding dress, and suddenly remembered that the night Zhou Chian was beheaded three years ago, Shen Wan was wearing such a bloody coral button on his waist.
When the ceremony of the prince's wedding crashed into the royal family's palace, when Ruan Liuzheng took out the poison-tempered jade hairpin in the wedding sedan, Shen Wan pressed the sedan curtain with his bloody palm. A yellowed medical dictionary fell out of his arms. The three clumsy words "Sister Ruan" on the title page were written by Zhou Chian with his severed fingers dipped in his own blood before he died.
"You have hated me for three years." Shen Wan pulled open his clothes to reveal a hideous scar, "But the arrow I blocked for you has hurt for a full ten years."
The blood soaked into the golden thread of the wedding dress, and Ruan Liuzheng finally saw the truth of that night: the chief assistant rushed into the execution ground covered in blood, but what he picked up was Zhou Chian's headless body that had been replaced. And the person she really deserves to hate is standing in the Jinluan Palace, playing with the Crown Princess's Phoenix Seal.
Concept: strong woman