Chang'an: The Strange Art of Appraisal

On a night in Chang’an, blood spatters the streets. I open my eyes and find myself a secret agent of the Tianbao era.

The file on my desk is still wet with ink. It reads, “The Crown Prince died suddenly.” The jade token in my sleeve is growing warm. These are the memories of a modern-day criminal investigator, and the “foresight eye” of this body.

They altered the history books and wiped out my entire family. Now they want to record the Crown Prince’s death as an “illness”?

The darker the night in Chang’an grows, the brighter the light in my eyes shines.

You want to rewrite history?

Have you asked the Ministry of Justice’s case files in my hands?

I touch the Ministry of Justice token at my waist and sneer. I’ll solve Chang’an’s unsolved cases, and tear apart this altered history!