Shen Muci could see Shi Hen. Those deliberately erased inscriptions, ancient books added out of thin air, and sand marks emerging from the wind and sand are all the world's records of lies. After ten years at the border, he relied on this golden finger to survive. He sent his old love Lu Hengzhi to the grave and cleared the names of his dead scout brothers. With a transfer order, he went to Beijing to report on his duties. In front of the forest of steles in Taichang Temple, he saw a line of words slowly emerging: The late emperor died not of illness, but of poison. At the signature, Lu Hengzhi's name was clearly engraved. The last trace of history left by the woman who was buried by his own hands before her death turned out to be a huge injustice. Shen Muci clenched his fists, hearing the greetings from Pei Ji, the Minister of Rites:
