My Name Is Gongsun Ce

Lord Bao investigates the case, and Zhan Zhao arrests the culprit.

No one noticed that the low-ranking clerk in the archives was staring blankly at a rubbing of a bronze door.

Bai Yutang ventured into the underground palace, where a hand, so pale it could not belong to the living, dragged him through a crack in the door.

The hand said, “The blood of the Zhongli clan has finally arrived.”

Gongsun Ce closed the ledger and drained his cup of tea.

“You handle your case. I’m going to close a door.”