Wanglou Sent to the South of the Yangtze River

She came to the capital for a letter. A heartless letter without sweet-scented osmanthus. Su Wantang chased from Pingjiang to the capital, but did not find Xie Linyuan, and only took over a silk and satin shop that had been used. She thought she was looking for someone, but she stepped into a dark network that spread from the old warehouse, the military supply warehouse, the Beimen Warehouse to the Taifu Mansion in the north of the city. The first person to die was the person in her shop. The second person once thrust a packet of old accounts into her hand. The third person was brought into trouble by herself. Xie Linyuan is in this city. He is the emperor's darkest sword. He checks military supplies, cronies, and princes. The deeper the investigation, the more he discovers that he is just a hidden piece in the chess game from beginning to end. He protects her, but never in the open. Every case he investigated ended up colliding with her. Two people are in a city, one is checking the business route and the other is checking the official route. Never meet, but meet everywhere. It wasn't until that fatal case forced everyone outside the old warehouse that he had to come out of the darkness. But this capital is like a well. The people at the bottom are exhausted first, and then the people at the top are willing to show their faces. Su Wantang is now standing at the edge of the well, holding a few pages of old accounts in his hands, with half a blue string wrapped around his wrist. If she takes one step further, even she will become an echo in this well.