Shen Jinghong is the youngest head constable at the Dali Temple.
His sword can cut through prophetic words, and his poetry can change the color of heaven and earth.
The senior sister is a deputy minister at the Dali Temple, cold and impartial, yet gentle only with me.
The junior sister is the ruthless, merciless leader of the underworld, yet she listens only to the poems I write.
There is also a poetry collector who can hear the meaning in poems and says only his poetry is pure.
But they don’t know that ever since three years ago, every poem Shen Jinghong has written has been asking one question:
How did I come to this world, and how exactly did my master die?
