Reborn in Prison, I Bolt Upright in Shock

When Gu Yanzhou awoke in a pile of rotting grass inside the imperial prison, the stench of rust and decay hit him full in the face. His sentence of exile to the frontier, to be carried out in three days, hung over him, while the disappearance of 150,000 taels in tax silver had brought his entire family down. The words “Demonic creature at work” were glaringly red on the case file, but he was staring at the discrepancy between the transport schedule and the silver's weight. When the prison warden's oil lamp burst into blue flames, Gu Yanzhou suddenly laughed.