Volume One: The Red Makeup and the Wedge-Shaped Shoes

  The evening breeze comes, the moonlight is like snow, slanting through the vermilion door, shining brightly on the high-quality green stone floor, giving off a faint and mysterious blue light.

  The wind blows through the crystal bead curtain, ding-dong, harmonizing into a melody.

  The white shadow curled up on the floor came to in this clear and crisp sound, he slowly stretched out his branches, lifted his drowsy eyes, and subconsciously looked around.

  There was no light in the room, only a few strands of moonlight spilling in from the window, casting eerie shadows on the furniture. The floor was paved with rare and precious snow-green stone, which could be faintly discerned. The man's eyes were slightly open, his body paused for a moment, before he suddenly sprang up with a "whoosh". His gradually clearing eyes changed from confusion to alarm.

  "Awake?" A lazy voice echoed from behind the beaded curtain, as beautiful as flying pearls hitting jade. The man was startled and asked, "Who?" He got up, his eyes fixed on the swaying beaded curtain, his whole body on guard.

  Behind the bead curtain, a slender hand slowly emerged from the silence. In the soft light, it was crystal clear and translucent, like beautifully carved jade. On the tip of the finger, a delicate flower-like ornament, still dewy, emitted a refreshing fragrance as the person moved.

  "Ding ding dong", the sound of jade pendants colliding, a tall figure emerged from behind the curtains. The robe was made of the world-renowned moonlight brocade, its flowing luster, in the dimly lit space, became even more dazzling, but it couldn't compare to the person's radiant beauty that surpassed the splendor of the fabric.

  The man in white suddenly took a deep breath: "You......" Subconsciously reached out to touch his own face, apparently somewhat hard to believe.

  "Who are you and why have you brought me here?" He finally managed to utter a complete sentence, suppressing the fear in his heart.

  That person didn't say a word, but his gaze swept back and forth like snow, full of scrutiny.

  The man became increasingly uneasy, the person in front of him was as clear and elegant as the moon, warm and smooth like jade, with an extraordinary demeanor, a smile at the corner of his mouth, seemingly harmless. However, those eyes seemed to have a magical power, just one glance could make people's whole body feel cold, feeling chilled to the bone marrow.

  "What requirements do you have, as long as I can do it, I will definitely try my best."

  "Nothing else, just want to borrow your face for a moment." The man smiled, lowered his head to sniff the flower, elegant and composed. But the other man turned pale and stumbled backward several steps.

  Fear made him want to escape the disaster, but a chill on his back had already been cut by a sharp blade. A black shadow, like a ghost, silently and quietly cut off his retreat, ready to give him a thorough coolness at any time.

  Didn't dare to move slightly, voice trembling.

  "What exactly do you want?"

  The jade hairpin still dripping with dew gently touched his chin, and he said in a soft voice: "I told you, I only borrowed your face, your life is still yours."

  At these words, a thought flashed through his mind, and he was shocked to cover his face: "Human skin mask?" Isn't this just a Jianghu legend?

  That man smiled faintly and didn't speak, as if he had acquiesced. He suddenly turned pale, trembling like a sieve, almost unable to stand up straight. "How dare you? Do you know who I am? I'm the elder brother of the Left Prime Minister of Da Yu State, the Golden Purple Honorable Gentleman..."

  "I know." A soft laugh, and a spark of starlight ignited in the misty eyes, "The one I'm looking for, is you."

  The man was stunned, no longer able to rely on anything, and suddenly his face turned deathly pale. He stuttered almost incoherently: "You... you dare?! Yun Yi will avenge me... uh..." He fell silent, his eyes wide with terror as his body slowly fell backwards. On his pale forehead, a trembling jade hairpin was stained with blood, bright red and dripping wet.

  "Brother, are you worthy?" The faint whisper dispersed in the wind, and the white hem of his clothes streaked across the dark moonlight.