The dead souls in her paintings whisper, and the evil spirits in his palms are silent. Skinned and painted, resentment arose in the palace, and they fell into a bloody puzzle.
Lin Miao, a down-and-out painter, was born with an "ominous eye" that can see yin and yang. He is often disturbed by the tragic scenes before death. He is weak and lonely. He makes a living by painting and just wants to live a stable life. However, the successive "Ghost Painted Skin Cases" involved her in the whirlpool - young women were brutally stripped of their faces, leaving only strange portraits at the scene. The women in the paintings had gleaming eyes and seemed to contain endless resentment. What was even more frightening was that when Lin Miao touched the portrait, the desperate screams and horrific scenes under the cold painting almost swallowed her up.
Xie Heng, the eldest son of the Duke of Guo, appears to be the most romantic dandy in the capital, but in reality he is the helmsman of the Royal Identity Department. He is responsible for secret laws and specializes in suppressing evil spirits. The skinning case had wide implications, pointing to forbidden magic in the palace and centuries-old resentment. Following the clues in the portrait, he zeroed in on the pale and thin orphan girl Lin Miao, who had superb painting skills.
He forced his way into her secluded studio and brushed her trembling paintbrush with his fingertips: "Can you see 'ghosts' in girl's paintings?"
She was forced to look directly into his all-seeing eyes, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat: "Your Majesty, there are some 'ghosts' that will kill you if you draw them."
When the skinning knife was raised again, the next target loomed. She is his only key to uncovering illusions, and he is her only barrier against evil spirits. The two had no choice but to work together, amidst the wails of the dead souls and the gaze of the people in the painting, they peeled off the cocoons and pointed directly at the dark truth of using human skin as paper and resentment as ink.
Painting skin and bones cannot describe the sinister human heart; the two realms of yin and yang are not as long as the resentment in the deep palace. This time, what they want to draw is a way out.
Intention: Love, hate, and hatred among the turbulent clouds