Cen A'jin was drafting a contract for someone when a man in black robes blocked her in her shop with a death-substitution contract. It bore the name Cen Zhao, but the handwriting was forged to look like hers. She immediately exposed the contract as a patchwork forgery, yet the man in black still wanted to make her the scapegoat and close the case. All she could do was hide half a copper seal while washing her brush. Only when she was dragged to the execution grounds did she learn that the presiding judge was Shen Yan, the Deputy Director of the Ink-Washing Office. His first question was, "Who is Cen Zhao?" The half-seal in her palm bore Shen Yan's private seal. More terrifying still, once the cold incense on the platform was lit, the truth behind the Cen Zhao family massacre three years ago would rise with the smoke. But someone had already replaced the incense in the burner with a death sentence meant for her.
