In the eleventh year of Yanhe, during the deep winter, heavy snow fell.,Outside the suburbs of Shengjing, in front of a solitary grave, a young man in plain white clothes was being beaten by a group of thugs. The ground was stained red with blood.,Chuxi Yu was extremely fond of her, treating her like a close sister. But until the Hou Mansion's thugs arrived, she didn't realize...。