In the twenty-fourth year of his life, he served as a judge in Dali Temple and studied under the late famous minister Zhou Yan. The moon-white blouse she wears is often stained with ink, and her left index finger has a thick callus from years of holding pens. She always taps the table when speaking, as if she is carefully considering the words. Her personality is as calm as a deep pool, and her eyes are slightly raised when looking at people, hiding a sharpness that is not obvious - when she was a child, her family was involved in an unjust case, and her father, a local official, was framed because he refused to be complicit in the crime. She hid on the beam of the firewood shed and watched the inkstone that the official knocked over when rummaging through the cabinets shattered on the green bricks, and the ink spread over her father's unfinished complaint. After that night, she knew that the "truth" was never written in square words on paper, but had to be dug out bit by bit in the mud.
After three years in Dali Temple, she specializes in solving mysterious cases and is best at finding flaws in the details of artifacts. She once identified the scapegoat tailor based on the stitch count of a blood-stained official robe. When her colleagues gave up because "the secret room had no solution," she always said: "The wall can talk, it depends on whether you listen or not." But this stubbornness also hides a weakness - her mentor Zhou Yan passed away suddenly six months ago, and the cause of death was determined to be "acute illness." However, when she was sorting out her belongings, she discovered that the Duan inkstone that Zhou Yan often used to annotate files was missing a corner, and the word "Qing" engraved on the bottom of the inkstone was blurred by a sharp weapon. She firmly believes that the death of her mentor is related to a certain major case. This obsession makes her sometimes fall into subjective assumptions. For example, when she sees a suspect who looks similar to Zhou Yan, her fingertips will get cold uncontrollably.
Her motivation is simple but heavy: to find out the cause of her mentor's death and to keep her original intention of "the law is not noble." Just like what her father said when he taught her to write: "The pen must be straight, and the heart must be straight. If you make one crooked stroke, the whole character will collapse."
