As the sedan chair ran over the bluestone, Lin Qingning clutched the jade pendant left behind by her mother - this was the first day she stepped into the Hou Mansion, and it was also the beginning of the murderous plan laid out by her aunt, the Gu family, and her daughter. The ice cubes in the sour plum soup, the poisonous powder in the ginseng soup, the "accidental" stumble on a rainy night, behind every smile is a fatal calculation. She hides poison-identifying powder in her sleeves, remembers the blood feud in her previous life, uses osmanthus ashes to break the miasma, uses thunderstorms to lure secret guards, and turns every murderous move into a counterattack chess piece.
The cold-faced Marquis Gu Mingyuan wears a jade pendant on his waist that matches the hidden pattern of her jade pendant, wandering around the center of power like a lone wolf on a cold night. He was the judge of the Hou Mansion, but he broke down the door when she fell into the conspiracy, and acted as a shield when she fell into the poisonous mist. "I'll support the Marquis Mansion." His oath was hidden in the sound of the copper bell of the secret guard, in the cinnabar circle seal used to check the kitchen accounts, and even more hidden in her forbearing eyes that dropped when she was unconscious.
The house fight is like a chess game, and she is the chess player: Gu Wanrou's poisonous hairpin cuts the hem of her skirt, and she backhands the trick; Gu's secret room has exhausted all the traps, and she uses gold blood and cinnabar to uncover the mystery of the blood contract. When the medicine men rioted and fragments of the jade seal appeared, a bronze chain intertwined with royal secrets was buried under the floor tiles of the Hou Mansion. It turned out that the arson three years ago and the sudden death of the prince were all chess pieces on the chessboard, and her and his jade pendants were the key to breaking the game.
When he said "blood is the contract", the cinnabar of her hairpin was reflected in his eyes; when she lit the cinnamon in the secret room, she had already calculated that he would crush all the plots for her. When the poisonous mist dissipated, the red walls of the Hou Mansion reflected the two people's overlapping figures. His cold face finally melted for her, and her plan had already left him the softest corner.
Intention: Hou Men's wits and the symbiosis of two powerful people