Everyone said Wei Songhe was gloomy, volatile, and arrogant.
She never bothered to defend herself. When the apocalypse came, she waited until the person who had stolen her stored food died of poison, then smiled and closed her eyes.
In an instant, she found herself in ancient times.
She still had bad legs, and was fated to use a wheelchair and have difficulty getting around.
Without a second thought, Wei Songhe decided to keep crawling gloomily along this broken road called life.
But something seemed off...
A fur merchant died.
The emperor was assassinated.
An earthquake detector went missing.
One case after another was solved.
The common people praised her as a paragon of justice, and the powerful bowed before her.
So! She'd! Chosen! The! Wrong! Line! Of! Work!
Who hadn't dreamed as a child of shining brightly and being loved by everyone?
Theme: Everyone has a path that's right for them.
