In March in the south of the Yangtze River, it is misty and rainy. The storyteller slapped the wake-up wood in the teahouse, and he was talking about Xie Linzhou, the young master of the Xie family in the capital who was famous for his white jade folding fan. He comes from a noble family but dislikes power and intrigue. He often wears a green shirt and shakes a fan, wandering around the streets and rivers and lakes, with an unknown alienation hidden in his eyes.
On this day, he was passing through Fengqiao outside Suzhou City, and there happened to be a chase. The man in black's sword cut through the rain, but its target was Shen Jinghan, a mysterious young man who was involved in the dispute. The young man was seriously injured, but his eyes were as sharp as cold blades, and the jade pendant around his waist shimmered in the rain. Xie Linzhou wanted to stand up, but he caught a glimpse of an old scar similar to his own on the young man's wrist. He turned his fan slightly and finally raised his hand to block the fatal blow.
The rain hits the banana trees, and murderous intent is hidden. A folding fan and a chance encounter entangled two people who had never met in the world of mortals. Is it the involvement of grievances in the world, or is it the foreshadowing that fate has already laid? The journey of the green-shirted young man and the down-and-out young man started from the misty maple bridge and slowly unfolded.
Intention: None