Lin Xiaoxiao, a struggling social lawyer in Kyoto, rented a room in an old community next to the Tomb of the Five Emperors for cheap. One night, she was awakened by a gust of cold wind. When she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of bottomless black eyes. The ghost who called himself Xiao Yin was dressed in black dragon-patterned uniforms. There was no ghostly look on his pale and handsome face, only the fatigue and majesty accumulated over nine hundred years. He was the last emperor of the Daxian Dynasty. He burned himself in the palace on the day the country was overthrown. His obsession has not dissipated and has been wandering in this small place for nine hundred years.
He disliked her being noisy and her chaotic schedule.
"How can I allow you to be in such a state of disgrace in my palace?"
"Be bold, this is the side of my dragon bed!"
"Noisy, silence me!"
But this Lin Xiaoxiao, who he dismissed as an "impolite folk girl", could hum a long-lost folk ballad of her motherland for him when she came back from her dreams at midnight. And he would also calmly let the lights in the whole building go out for her on rainy nights when she was entangled by evil spirits, to scare away those unclean things.
"Lin Xiaoxiao, I want to punish you for your misconduct in front of the emperor." And she said: "Xiao Yin, your empire has died long ago. Now, I am your landlord."
