In Bianjing, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, bustling streets and majestic palaces complement each other. The atmosphere of the capital is both strong and full of mystery. Every alley paved with bluestones and every willow shadow floating in the distance seems to contain countless stories. And in this city illuminated by the glory of the prosperous age, there is a bronze-faced temple envoy wearing simple official robes and sharp eyes - Bao Zheng. His reputation has long been as thunderous as the embodiment of justice, wisdom and courage.
Bao Zheng was born in a poor family. With his upright spirit and outstanding intelligence, he was able to enter Bianjing and become an official. Whether it is in the emperor's court or among the common people, his words and deeds can always cause waves. People say that Bao Gong's eyes are like autumn water, able to see all things in the world and distinguish between true and false.
One day in early summer, the afternoon sun shone through the window lattice on Bao Zheng's desk, and its warm light shone on the book he was flipping through. Suddenly, there was a quick knock on the study door outside.
"Master, Master! Something bad has happened!" The voice outside the door was obviously panicked.
Bao Zheng raised his head slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Come in."
The guard outside the door hurriedly opened the door and knelt on the ground: "My lord, there is an urgent report from Huanghua Lane in the west of Bianjing City. Chen Shiqing, the heir to a certain wealthy family, was assassinated. The scene was very bizarre."
