After three years in exile, they summoned me back to the capital. Do they want to see this disgraced Crown Prince kneel and beg for mercy?
The entire court laughs at my frail, ailing body, and the new Crown Prince sees me as a lamb waiting for the slaughter.
But they don’t know I control a register of every official: the underworld’s census ledger.
The Minister of Revenue embezzles? I enter his name in the underworld tax records, and he’ll be dead by the third watch!
The general who guards the nation plots rebellion? I open the Book of Life and Death and cross out his allotted years. Not even a god could save him!
They talk to me about the law of the land. I talk to them about the laws of the underworld.
At the coronation ceremony, when ghosts roam the night and ten thousand coffins bow toward the ancestral tomb, only then will they understand...
I haven’t returned to the capital to fight for the throne. I’m here to put this rotten court on trial!
