Eleven years ago, in the ice and snow, five-year-old Leng Xiang crawled out from under the cold bodies of her parents, grabbed a passerby's clothes and said, "Save me." Eleven years later, "The Secret Fragrance Floating" became famous in the world, and the smell of the fragrance broke the soul and became the nightmare of many people. Three years later, the eldest daughter of the famous Su family in Yuanzhou left the palace and married into Prince Xiaoyao, the most favored prince of the current emperor. She was pampered and enjoyed all the glory. Leng Xiang's fingers that stretched out back then grabbed a glimmer of hope, and could the bloody road paved for herself be rewritten as she wished? Can the bloody life composed by elegant poetry be different? And when the people and things of the past seep into the present one by one, where will this dark fragrance go? Under the faint fragrance, there may not be any rest in life. How many things can be done in the middle to pay for the wind and moon?
