A corpse, a blood edict, a conspiracy that could overthrow the Qin Dynasty.
In the deep palace of Xianyang, Ying Zheng received a secret report late at night - the writing on the bamboo slips oozed dark red under the candlelight, as if written in blood. At the same time, the secret guard of the Prime Minister's Mansion died suddenly and mysteriously, with half of a broken jade talisman clutched in his body.
The Tunliu rebels held high the banner of "Qing Jun Side", but why did the seal on the document match the private seal of the late king who had been missing for many years? A Confucian scholar on the street angrily rebuked the traitors with his sword, but he was poisoned and died in front of everyone. Before he died, he hissed two words: "... Wan'er."
What's even weirder is that the blood stains on Zhan Lujian, one of Ying Zheng's trusted bodyguards, are exactly the same as an unsolved case ten years ago...
Power intersects with lies, and everyone lies. And the truth is hidden before the last drop of blood falls.
