Pei Qingluo, the prime minister's daughter, is paranoid about solving the case in Dali Temple's autopsy room;
>Qin Zheng, a delinquent handsome man of Hu-Han mixed race, wanders in the dark alleys of the city and the mysteries of the rivers and lakes.
>Under the lavish robes of Chang'an's prosperous age, floating corpses oozed strange ink one after another, and puppets hanging on silk were actually performing murders in front of the emperor.
>A fragment of a secret edict from the previous dynasty and half a bloody jade finger lost in a Turkic caravan revealed a shocking layout that spanned fifty years.
>When the fingertips brushed the intersection of cold ink marks and blood marks,
>What they tore apart was not only the murderer's painting, but also the picture of the prosperous age carefully drawn by the empire.
