The sky was breaking at dawn and the morning mist was slightly rising. On the official road outside Bianliang City, a black-painted car drove slowly. Although the body of the car was simple and unpretentious, the people it carried were not ordinary.
Song Ci, whose courtesy name was Huifu, was a criminal official in the Song Dynasty. He was dressed in a green shirt, with a thin face and bright eyes. His forehead was slightly raised, showing a trace of wrinkles accumulated from years of thinking about the case. He put his hands on his knees, as if he was thinking nothing, but in fact his heart was in a state of confusion.
Yesterday, an urgent report came from Jiangnan to Bianliang, saying that three strange murders had occurred in Yangzhou Prefecture in succession. The victims were all martial artists, and all of them died of a strange poison. When the body was discovered, a strange smile remained on his face, as if he had seen something blissful before his death. The governor of Yangzhou was helpless and had to report to the court. After the emperor heard the news, he ordered Song Ci to rush to Yangzhou to help solve the case.
