Cinnabar Moles

The cinnabar mark between her brows is a flame the emperor himself could not snuff out. A Chou gnawed on bloodstained flatbread in a snowdrift on Yanhui Mountain for ten years, until she finally grew into the very image the emperor most wanted to forget. In this world, people are noisy, and lives are worth less than weeds. A wax mask seals the throat and hides old bones; one touch of cinnabar ruins a lifetime. This is a tale of the martial world, where grudges are settled with satisfying vengeance. (A wuxia story in the style of Gu Long, with no NTR or cuckolding.)