The Fragrant Plum Blossoms and Falling Snow Are Here for You

Gao Xueqing stood in a pool of blood, clutching the hairpin her father left for her before his death. Her hands were full of wounds, and her father's instructions before his death echoed in her ears... The sweet-scented osmanthus in Osmanthus Alley is still fragrant. Overnight, the entire Gao family was wiped out. Her life was bought by her father. In this case, if you spare my life, you will be avenged! "You are just a motherless, low-life idiot!" "You are not the daughter of the Gao family!" "I can't help you..." The words those people had said echoed in Gao Xueqing's mind, and suddenly Young Master Yuan pulled her into a deep alley: "Let's go! Go to Hangzhou! I have prepared ships, carriages and horses, and someone will pick you up." "Will you go with me?" Gao Xueqing wiped her tears and clenched her fists. "No, please take care of yourself. When you were a child, you went to the long pavilion in the western suburbs. There is no place for you in Bianjing..." Mr. Yuan lowered his head, with tears shining in his eyes. Even in this dark night, Gao Xueqing could see clearly. "Okay." When we see each other again, we are just like passers-by. Gao Xueqing only has the word revenge in her heart...