Breaking Bones into Incense

"I bought you ten thousand taels of gold for three years to make you the sharpest knife." The red sleeves attract the most dazzling begonia flowers, and the Zhennan Palace's most delicate canaries. Yun Xiangrong once thought that Xie Jinglan was the moonlight that saved her from the quagmire, but she didn't know that he had long since tempered her sincerity into the poison of revenge - he forced her to betray Zhongliang in front of the court, planted poison in her bones and blood with his own hands, and even burned flame marks on her heart. "Brother Jinghong, why is your jade pendant... Exactly the same as the remaining jade in Leng Gong Bai Gu's hand?" When the hibiscus tent warmed and turned into a poison-tempered dagger, and when the birthmarks of the twins revealed the secret of the child exchange in the cold palace twenty years ago, Yun Xiangrong realized that she was actually the orphan of the witch clan saint and the former prince. In the fire that destroyed the family, the escape kit handed over by Xie Jinghong was soaked in the blood of three hundred lives of the Yun family, and the antidote hidden in the silver hairpin by Xie Jinglan as a birthday gift turned out to be the trigger for the poisonous insects to emerge. "My lord, please take a look at this set of bones carved by your own hands -" Three years later, the witch from southern Xinjiang returned after stepping on the moon, and the golden bell on the red-sleeved stage rang. She opened her heart in front of Xie Jinglan and took out the bones that had been chewed up by the poisonous insects and turned into a glass-like shape: "Is it satisfactory to bury it with you?"