Wen Zhiyao, the youngest son of a wealthy merchant family in Jiangnan, grew up listening to detective stories. He traveled a thousand miles to become a clerk at the Court of Judicial Review.
On his first day, he went to buy osmanthus cakes, and the shopkeeper died right in front of him.
Gu Jinglan, Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review and the eldest son of the Grand Princess, was a brilliant detective, but lazy by nature. His only hobby was eating osmanthus cakes.
He glanced at the crime scene, then at Wen Zhiyao.
“New here?”
“Yes.”
“Stay away from me from now on.”
Wen Zhiyao thought his superior couldn't stand him, but the very next day, Gu Jinglan pulled him close.
“With your kind of luck, I wouldn't feel safe leaving you anywhere else.”
Everyone at the Court of Judicial Review thought Gu Jinglan was just using him as a crime-solving tool.
Until one day, someone joked around with Wen Zhiyao, and Gu Jinglan lost his temper on the spot.
Everyone: “Oh... so that's what he means by ‘wouldn't feel safe.’”
Later, Wen Zhiyao asked, “Didn't you tell me to stay away from you?”
Gu Jinglan held an osmanthus cake to his lips. “Did I?”
“...You did!”
“I don't remember.”
“You're shameless!”
“Mm. I am.”
Sharp-tongued vice minister × sunny young clerk
They have cases to solve and romance to pursue.
Two boxes of osmanthus cakes, and one of you is mine.
