In the first year of Yongchang of the Tang Dynasty, Luoyang City.
At this time, Luoyang was as prosperous as a big meat dumpling just out of the pot, steaming hot and full of aroma. But behind this prosperity, there are always some dirty things that are not visible, moldy in the corners.
Di Renjie, the minister of Dali Temple, was sitting under the grape trellis in his backyard, holding a freshly peeled grape in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the bamboo steamer in front of him. This steamer is not big, just ordinary, the kind that can be seen everywhere in breakfast shops on the street. The only difference is that it is currently being chained by several government officials, as if what is locked inside is not a steamed bun, but a tiger that is ready to bite at any time.
"Sir," assistant Li Yuanfang stood aside, her hand on the Orchid Sword at her waist, her brows furrowed so hard she could pinch a fly to death, "This steamer... Is it really that evil?"
Di Renjie threw the grapes into his mouth, chewed them twice, and said vaguely: "Yuanfang, do you know what was originally in this steamer?"
"I heard from the reporter that they were thirty 'crystal shrimp dumplings' that had just come out of the cage." Li Yuanfang answered truthfully.
"Wrong!" Di Renjie slammed the table, causing the tea cup to jump wildly. "Half an hour ago, it was indeed shrimp dumplings. But an hour ago, it was a living person! Wang Ergou, the youngest son of Luoyang's richest man, Wang Wanguan!"
Li Yuanfang's eyes widened: "Big... Big living person? Steamed?"
