The woman was quite young, cloaked in a light grey garment of coarse hemp, her head wrapped in a triangular scarf. It seemed as though something had been smeared on her face, making her skin appear sallow and sickly, giving the impression of aged weariness. But in truth, she was very beautiful, it was just that her charms had been purposefully diminished. Most women in Dayuan were robust in appearance, yet this person was tall and slender, even delicate in a way, like a gentle willow swayed by the breeze. However, her eyes were exceptionally resolute, and even though she was in dire straits, she remained unflustered, like the snow on a tall mountain, emanating a sense of transcendent clarity. This individual was none other than Shen Qiuyang, the young miss of the Shen family of Pingchang Prefecture. A year ago, Shen Qiuyang had fallen off a cliff, and her body was never found, dead or alive. The circulating tale was that she had met her end due to a misstep, but who knew that on that day, she had actually been poisoned with Soft Bone Powder and was pushed off the cliff. And, surprisingly, the one who had done it was Grandma Cui, who had been serving her since she was a child. And now, Grandma Cui, accompanied by a few trusted followers, was just passing through Qingfeng Mountain when she unexpectedly encountered Shen Qiuyang. Could it be that in broad daylight she was seeing a ghost? At first, Grandma Cui was truly startled, but after confirming that Shen Qiuyang was not a ghost but a living person, she felt a malicious courage surge within her. She decided that it was do-or-die, for if this woman were to return to the Shen Family, her own fate would likely be grim. With a wave of Grandma Cui’s hand, her henchmen immediately drew their daggers and rushed towards Shen Qiuyang. Shen Qiuyang knew the gravity of her situation. She was not willing to await her fate passively, but alas, she had been cultured in the arts since childhood; apart from her family’s ancestral skills, she was mostly versed in dance and calligraphy. Her heart belonged to poetry and the refined grace of scholars, and she found martial confrontation too crude. As a result, after just a few exchanges, she was overpowered. Her sleeve was slashed open, and her skin was cut by a blade. "Cui Hong, you go too far! How I treated you in the past is known to all. With such treachery, are you not afraid of retribution?" "Ha, retribution? Do you think you’re still the young miss of the Shen family? You’re wrong, the one in charge of the Shen family now is the second young miss! But don’t you worry, out of respect for the years of master-servant relationship, I’ll let you die with understanding, so that once you’re in the underworld, should Lord Yama ask, you can have an explanation, right?" Grandma Cui’s mouth twisted into a smile as her minions subdued Shen Qiuyang, after which she leaned in to whisper maliciously. "I, Cui Hong, slaved for your Shen family. In the end, what did I gain? Even if you treated me kindly, what of it? Whenever people mention Cui Hong, they all know I’m just a dog of the Shen family. But having received silver from the Wang family, with this money, I, Cui Hong, have already risen above my past. I can manage my own affairs without being bossed around by you Shens anymore!" Shen Qiuyang shuddered, her mind going blank. After her fall from the cliff, she had been saved by a kind-hearted person. She didn’t rush to return to Pingchang Prefecture afterward because she was quietly laying a trap to find out who had instructed Cui Hong that day. She was cautious and careful but had not expected fate to play such a joke on her. In the year that followed, she became guarded because of Cui Hong’s betrayal; when she was still the young miss of the Shen family, she couldn’t trust those she had met, nor could she bear to. She even lived alone in isolation on Poisonous Mountain, also known as Qingfeng Mountain. Yet after all her effort to avoid disaster, she still couldn’t escape her fate, and it filled her with unwillingness. Just then, with a "roar"! A white tiger burst forth like a flash of lightning, fierce and swift, charging from the other side of the forest.