When Xie Kuan was five years old, he pointed at the official robe of the minister of Dali Temple and said he wanted it. His Majesty Longyan was so pleased that he accepted him on the spot as the sixth-rank minister.
Since then, Dali Temple has had a "little frosting master" who never reads the files and only cares about whether today's snacks are sweet or not.
Before his fifteenth birthday, the entire Xie family was thrown into jail.
The once prosperous young man became a death row companion with lice and bedbugs.
Everyone thought he was finished.
But they don't know that this young gentleman——
While on death row, he could treat the Palace of Hell as his own study room, and connect two old murder cases while talking and laughing;
In the court, he was able to get the Holy Emperor to change his sentence, which made the civil servants in the court remain silent.
Everyone in the capital said that there was a monster in the Xie family.
Only his second uncle-in-law, who used the royal sword as a chopping knife, stuffed him with freshly baked scallion pancakes and lazily laughed and cursed: "Our Kuan'er just has a delicate heart with seven orifices."
Intention: Even if you are like a chess piece and have no control over your destiny, you must hold the torch against the wind, break through the fog, and be the chess player of your own destiny.