>On the night of the winter solstice, I saw someone burning paper in the Leng Palace. I approached holding a palace lantern.
>The scholar in the indigo cotton robe raised his face and turned out to be the only son of General Pei who was beheaded three years ago.
>"Your Highness," his eyelashes were stained with snow, "there is another hidden story behind the Pei family murder case."
>I hid him in the library and checked the files for him every night until my fingertips bled.
>On the day of the New Year's banquet, my father was drunk and asked me what reward I wanted.
>I pulled out the scholar in white from behind the screen: "Please review the Pei family case."
>When the whole palace was completely silent, he suddenly unbuttoned his clothes——
>The old wounds on the back are spelled out with four words in blood: Army ration is not guilty.
