Synopsis
Ling Xiao came home carrying a chest full of war honors, only to find talk spreading that his restless sister-in-law had plotted with an outsider to cause the death of his long-sick elder brother. He stood and watched her kneel before the coffin in plain white mourning clothes, her slight body like a willow branch, brows soft as far-off hills, crying so wretchedly it would soften anyone. He pressed the flat of his sword beneath her chin, killing intent rising: "A face like that only brings disaster — you should die for it." — Later, she cleared her name. He…
