The yellowed scroll presses the cold light of the bronze token, and the candlelight flickers red and the blood stains are smeared in the red ink. From the seams of the secret edicts of the palace to the lines of broken silver in the market, from the silence of bone burials at the border to the treacherous plots of Jiangnan, every suspicious case is hidden in the fragmentary pages of official history and fragments of epitaphs. When the fingertips brush over the traces of thousands of years of ink, you can hear the rustle of the machinations weaving the web, and feel the scorching temperature of the blood-soaked injustice - the documents are silent, but the most razor-sharp human game is engraved with the remaining words and sentences, and the ancient scrolls are cleared to redress the injustices, only to realize that the uncooled truth has always been hidden in the folds of history that cannot be illuminated by candlelight.
