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Fifteen years ago, a baby girl was born in Tianchi. Legend has it that she had a tea called Xue Ningzi, and drinking it could bring her back to that regretful moment. "One tael of gold in exchange for a cup of blood clot." Huan Ji said to the man in front of her, "After drinking it, tell me the year you want to return." "Okay." The man held the cup, but it was still in the air. "Don't you want to hear my story? Mountain ghost?" Huan Ji raised her head and met his eyes. Mountain ghost, this is what the world calls her, and she doesn't like it.

In the cold winter of the 23rd year of Yonghe, six-year-old Song Ashan clutched half a piece of moldy wheat cake and was chained into the Zhuqijiaomen of Yezhou. In order to survive, he became a slave. It took her twelve years to go from being a rough messenger serving night incense to being a first-class maid to Lin Yu, the eldest daughter of the Hou Mansion. The oleanders in the West Corner Courtyard of the Shangshu Mansion bloomed beautifully every year. Song Ashan saw with his own eyes his three concubines dying in the shadow of the flowers. She collected the body of the embroiderer who had thrown herself into a well, and saw the wife who had been having an affair hanging from the beam; she escaped death while ransacking her home, and supported Lin Yu Qingyun to rise to prominence; and at the Lantern Festival banquet, she used half a bowl of hangover soup to extinguish the flames on Master Shangshu's belt...