The Grand Minister of the Court of Judicial Review Is a Crime-Solving Genius

Entering VIP on April 15. Coming next: The Chief Eunuch Graduated from Forensics - Zhao Muyun, a professor of criminal psychology and an expert in microexpressions, transmigrates into the body of a concubine-born son cast aside by a powerful family in ancient times. They plan to squeeze out the last bit of value from him, send him to the Court of Judicial Review to take the blame for his legitimate elder brother, and poison him. A gust of wind leaves him wheezing, the slightest chill makes him cough up blood, and he has six months to live. Ha! Who do they think they’re looking down on? He solves cases, hunts down criminals, clears his name, punishes the guilty, and reforms evildoers. The sickly beauty of a professor goes on a rampage, then blazes through the ranks of government, changes the court’s power structure, and cleans up officialdom! Some people can’t stand his phony, sickly act. They either scheme for power or create complicated murder cases, then send them to the Court of Judicial Review. They want to mess with him, so they keep giving him cases! When these cases arrive... The former second-in-command of a bandit gang, a ruthless former black-market dealer, now a doorman at the Court of Judicial Review, sets down the white jade beads he’s been rolling in his hand. “Hah! Don’t you know you should steal the expensive stuff? Give me three days. I’ll solve this case!” The former escape-artist general, now a regular guard at the Court of Judicial Review, tosses aside his wrist guard. “Pah! With stealth skills like that, I’ll catch him in two days!” The former greatest poisoner in the world, now a cook at the Court of Judicial Review, flicks her knife and pins a moth in midair. “Where’s the body? Bring it in for an autopsy. The culprit will be found within a day.” Anyone who tries to sneak in at night and assassinate the Court’s chief judge is stopped by a man in a gold mask and crimson robes. One swing of his Green Python Sword, and bodies litter the ground. “We had a deal. The lord’s nights belong to me, the Dark Night Emperor. How dare you cause a disturbance?” Gradually, everyone learns that there’s one person in the world they mustn’t provoke: the chief judge of the Court of Judicial Review. Do whatever you like, just don’t commit a crime. In the capital, lost valuables are returned and doors are left open at night. The old emperor’s only son has been found, the crown prince has taken his rightful place, and the realm is peaceful and prosperous... Somehow, they’ve accidentally ushered in a golden age. A little scene: Why are you all so loyal to the chief judge? Second-in-command of the bandit gang: What’s loyalty? Do I have any of that? But the lord isn’t like people outside say. He brought me here to make money for him. The meaning of life is making money. As long as you’re alive, keep making money. There’s nothing shameful about it! The lord’s the only one who gets me! He’s just too lazy. He can get by with empty sleeves, but what’s the point of solving cases? I need to persuade him to make money with me! The escaped general: You don’t know a thing! The lord may look lazy, but he’s actually full of brilliant ideas and knows hundreds of ancient battle formations! I’m serving as his guard to throw him off. In truth, I’m trying to get those formations out of him. How could I leave before I’ve learned every last one? The greatest poisoner in the world: Of course I’m not here to learn about autopsies. What corpse haven’t I seen? What don’t I know? It’s just that the lord isn’t scared of the “cuties” I raise. I hate men who put on airs and pretend to be refined. I have to see what he looks like when I scare him stiff! The Dark Night Emperor (a puppy at heart): He’s in love with me. Lots of people are in love with me. Who does he think he is? But he really is in awful health. He misses me so much, but keeps it to himself. If I don’t see him for one day, his eyes get all teary. If I leave him alone for two days, he coughs up blood. After three days, he faints... I’m curious how many other tricks a high-ranking official like him has up his sleeve. A sickly beauty who is a criminal psychology professor and microexpression expert, as the pursued one × a chuuni, slightly unhinged prince of revenge with countless secret identities, as the pursuer Theme: Even the darkest night has a torch. You and I can both be a faint light in this world.