A Marquis in the Great Ming

[Transmigrated into a live-in son-in-law, only to wake up buried in a pit?] In the third year of the Hongwu era, Xiao Tian opened his eyes, fresh dirt still clinging to the back of his neck. He stared at the shovel waving above him and finally believed it: he had transmigrated into the most disgraced live-in son-in-law in the Chen household. “The useless lout’s awake?” The Chen family’s old steward kicked him in the side. “The madam’s seventh-day memorial was yesterday, and he got drunk in the back courtyard. He deserves to be buried alive as a grave robber!” Buried alive? Ha, the best part was still to come. That night, he sneaked into the kitchen looking for a bun and blundered into Miss Chen’s boudoir. In the dark, he touched something he shouldn’t have. “Pervert!” A silk shoe struck his forehead. The Chen family’s young lady, eyes red, shouted for him to be beaten, and every lantern in the Chen residence lit up. “I’ll write the divorce papers tomorrow,” Master Chen said with a cold laugh, holding his teacup. “Even a dog would be better than him.” But no one saw a cold glint flash in Xiao Tian’s eyes as he was held down and beaten. In his previous life, he was the “living case file” of the criminal investigation world. He had already sorted through the memories in this body and understood them inside out: the Chen family’s account books were suspicious, Miss Chen’s jade pendant concealed a secret, and even the pit they had tried to bury him in held half of a bloodstained command token... “Want me gone?” He spat out a mouthful of blood. “Just wait until I turn your dirty accounts inside out. You’ll be begging on your knees for me to stay.” Meanwhile, the little maid hiding beneath the corridor clutched her handkerchief. That look just now... why was it so unlike the way he usually