On the window sill of Xianyang City Mansion, I stared at the palm-sized green-skinned frog finishing the last bite of the lunch. The system prompts were still ringing in the ears, and it had already jumped onto the void rift with its luggage on its back. The secret reports from Zong Zheng's Mansion were piled three feet high, and Zhao Gao's eyes wandered around the street for the fifth time. I lowered my head and glanced at the still-dry ink on the Ministry of Justice document on the case - I can't make ends meet by relying on my clan's bloodline for long. When Gua Zai comes back with something good, it will really be my turn to make a move on the Xianyang City chessboard.
