On an autumn afternoon in the Ming Dynasty, the sun shines quietly on the bluestone pavement, as if telling a story that has been sealed for a long time.
This story is about a woman named Xinxiang, whose fate is like a wisp of green smoke, gently drifting in the cracks of history.
The Cai family was originally a scholarly family, but when it came to Xinxiang's generation, the family was in the middle.
Although her father, Cai Xingfang, had studied for several years, he failed to gain fame.
Before he died, he set a family affair for his daughter, and the object was Jiang Shitao, the son of the Jiang family in this county.
At the time, it seemed like a pretty good marriage.
Yingtianfu in the Ming Dynasty, merchants were like weaving, and people's hearts were impetuous.
In this era when money is beginning to dominate everything, people's morals and conscience are quietly changing.
Sister-in-law Wang, a peddler who wanders on the edge of the city, is good at calculating and making right and wrong.
She takes a fancy to Xinxiang and is ready to stage a well-choreographed conspiracy drama.
A seemingly ordinary jewelry trade has become the key to a twist of fate.
Sister-in-law Wang sold Xinxiang a gold-plated hairpin, and then stole Xinxiang's relatives.
When Xinxiang asked, Sister-in-law Wang not only did not admit it, but instead pointed the finger at Xinxiang and spread foul language in the Jiang family.
In that era when women had no right to speak, a frivolous rumor could ruin the fate of a family.
The Jiang family listened to the rumors and withdrew without asking.
Xinxiang was framed for losing her temper, not only was her reputation ruined, but she also had no way to live.
In the face of such injustice, Xinxiang did not bow her head.
She chose an extreme and shocking way - to prove her innocence in front of everyone in the public court.
That knife, that knife, not only pierced his own flesh, but also pierced the mask of hypocrisy of that era.
Behind this story is a microcosm of an era.
Money can buy officials, rumors can destroy a family, and the vulnerable can only survive in the cracks.
Xinxiang's experience, isn't it the epitome of thousands of women?
In the end, Ying Tianfu Yin restored the truth.
Rumor-mongers, framers, and shielders will all be punished.
But for Xinxiang, this justice came too late.
She defended her dignity with her life and washed away the stigma with blood.
Savor this story, and we may find that although times are changing, the good and evil in human nature seem to always disappear here.
Justice takes courage, it takes a price, and someone needs to stand up and say "no."
History is always strikingly similar. Today, we still need to fight for truth, for dignity, and for fairness. Xinxiang's story is not only a tragedy, but also a mirror, reflecting the truest appearance of the depths of human nature.