In the late spring of Jiangnan, I encounter a disheveled, mute man named Mo Yichen in Qingxi Town. His fingertips point straight toward the grand, glittering mansion in the town's east, and his eyes brim with unshed tears of blood. An ancient fan delivered late one night unveils a ten-year-old injustice and reveals the brutal truth behind the massacre of the Mo family in Mo Village.
The Mo family was framed and wiped out for stumbling upon the corrupt secrets of Prince Zhongshun's household and the Empress Dowager's relatives. The young heir, Mo Yichen, survived after being poisoned and rendered mute, only to become a beggar. The fan stained with tears of blood, a white jade Guanyin, and a secret stash in a dry well become crucial clues linking the truth together. Following the slightest traces, I join forces with Su Wanqing and Liu Wenyuan, who remain steadfast in their sense of justice. We travel between the countryside and the imperial capital, facing assassins and ambushes as we uncover the conspiracies and crimes born of a ruthless struggle for power.
Through interwoven dual narratives, the novel links individual fates to the secret conflicts at court. In the stark collision between elegant imagery and bloody truths, it portrays the resistance of the silenced, the sacrifice of loyal servants, and the devotion of lovers. From the abandoned mansion and dry well in Qingxi Town to the vortex of power in the capital, every step in the pursuit is a refusal to forget, and every act of steadfastness shines with the light of humanity. At last, the dawn of justice breaks through the darkness, proving that justice may be late, but it will come. The memories written in tears of blood will, in the end, become a faint light that illuminates the long night.