Chief Eunuch of the Ceremonial Directorate: I Solved Cases and Became a Forbidden Figure!

If history is a pile of old papers waiting to be mended, could the truth be the tiny flaws hidden between the lines? I had meant to spend my life as the most silent book restorer in this vast library called the Forbidden City, playing deaf and dumb in exchange for a quiet corner of the world. But when my fingertips touched a murder case from twenty years ago, and the speck of “grime” that had no business being in a stone well, I was swept into the deepest whirlpool of all. This is a game played on the world as a chessboard, with human lives for pieces and political intrigue for strings. I have no wish to move the pieces. I only want to be the discarded one, left untouched. But they do not know that the best place to see the whole game clearly is precisely outside the chessboard.