In the autumn of the sixth year of Jiading in the Song Dynasty (1213), Jianning Mansion was built.
The morning light is faint, and the cool breeze passes over the ancient city wall, bringing with it the fragrance of osmanthus. On the streets of Jianning Mansion, the mist has not dispersed, and the people have not yet completely woken up from the quietness of the morning. However, a burst of rapid drumbeat broke the tranquility.
"Report to the official! Report to the official!"
In front of a wealthy family's house in the south of the city, a ragged farmer was kneeling on the ground, looking panicked. Several government officials rushed over and asked about the situation. One of the government officials slapped the drumstick in his hand and shouted: "Human life is at stake. Please call Master Song quickly!"
In the government office, Song Ci was reading the "Resolution of Wrongs" in the study. He spent many years compiling this book. Although it has been completed, he still consults and revise it frequently. Next to the book desk, there was a glass lamp that was lightly burning with lamp oil. The candlelight reflected his slightly frowning brow.
"Master Song!" Rapid footsteps came from outside the door, and a guard cupped his fists and reported, "The king's wife in the south of the city found a deceased person this morning. The situation is strange!"
When Song Ci heard this, he put down the pen in his hand and pondered for a moment: "Prepare the sedan and go and have a look." He was unhurried and his eyes were as steady as a deep pool of water, as if all the problems in the world could not shake him in the slightest.
