Three-Point Crimson Lips

There is a light smoke hanging on the street, The pale moon in the court reflects the skirt. You hold my concubine's hand and still ask her, Do you still remember those days when you had pink lips? As the eldest daughter, she is a fool; her mother's death, her brother's serious illness, and her nanny's sudden death are all fishy; the big house is in turmoil, how can she just sit there and wait for death? ... In short, this is a history of the bitter struggle of a silly young lady from an official family transforming into a famous lady of a noble family step by step.