Chioshanhe

She has been working as a goldsmith for ten years, and her nose is sharper than her eyes - the gold has to wait until it is about to melt before she is willing to exhale. Wen Zhao remembered how he died: his fingers were broken off one by one, and he died in a stone prison without seeing the light of day, bearing the unjust accusation of being framed. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to ten years ago - the golden building was not burned down, the whole family was still there, and the people who destroyed her whole family were still dreaming of beautiful clothes and fine food. In this life, she would use these hands to carve back everything that was taken away, burned, and killed. Breaking off the engagement and fighting back, she established herself through skills. With a fake order and a wrong crown, she had torn away the face of her enemy, but what she had uncovered was an old case that had been going on for twenty years and involved a change of country. And the cinnabar mole on the end of her eyebrow was the last name that had been deliberately erased but could not be erased in the whole situation of death. Wrong gold has positive and negative consequences. This time, she wanted to re-engrave this page of history that had been tampered with for twenty years, including the original copy and interest.