Records of Prison Breaks

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Qin Jiang has a genius older brother who, on his deathbed, takes her hand and asks her to impersonate him and become a county magistrate.

In the little county of Shan, danger lurks and murder cases abound.

A noble family's young lady who died by suicide after falling into despair, a pleasure villa ravaged by demons, the evil Buddha of Supreme Bliss who steals souls... Every time she solves a case, there's no time to celebrate before she is dragged into an even deeper web of intrigue.

Qin Jiang: "I may not have any other skills, but I'm stubborn as a mule. The harder things get, the more I'm going to face them head-on!"

But in private, she counts out her forty taels in monthly pay and sighs in dismay. She earns a vegetable seller's wages but risks her life like a soldier. It's just not worth it.

An old story from the jianghu: Si Fengwu, leader of the martial arts world, signed a pact with the imperial court sixty years ago, sacrificing his own life to protect the martial arts sects.

Sixty years later, a new clinic opens in the little county of Shan. The physician in charge, Su, is kind and beautiful, with peerless medical skills.

She's just a little cold toward people, ignoring every show of interest and only following Qin Jiang into life-or-death situations to protect her.

After confessing to her several times and being rejected, Qin Jiang loses heart and decides to find someone else to settle down with.

To her surprise, Physician Su is slow to catch on, but finally realizes what is going on.

She spends a moonlit evening among the flowers with the carefree young marquis. He says, "He's young and unsettled. He's not right for you."

She exchanges scented sachets with a young prince who rules his own territory. He says, "He's deep and unfathomable. How could he possibly be right for you?"

Qin Jiang laughs in exasperation. "This one's no good, that one's no good. Then who is right for me, you?"

His handsome face turns red, starting at the tips of his ears. "...That wouldn't be out of the question."

The story focuses on solving cases, with mystery and detective elements. The leads are both intelligent, steady, and devoted.

[Embracing the Moon] · Complete

You are the bright moon in the sky, while I am merely a traveler in the night.

A daughter of the Xie family marries into another household, only to die of poisoning within six months. Her husband continues to frequent the pleasure houses and carouse every night, showing no grief at all.

Rumors claim, "The wicked husband killed his wife." It all seems plausible.

[Plum Blossoms on the Rock] · Complete

To protect her daughter, she committed one bloody crime after another. Such is the tragic love of a mother.

Plum Blossom Manor is a place that trains maids and concubines for others, as well as a pleasure den that welcomes the powerful.

Everyone is on edge because demons have attempted to murder someone.

One attempt failed, but what about the one that succeeded?

[The Heir] · Complete

I am a sorrowful wanderer in this world, who knows why you weep so bitterly? Amid the heartbroken strains, I recall my life.

"My dear, Father wants to rebel. But he's so mediocre. Where does he get the confidence to rebel?"

"He has three hundred martial arts retainers."

"That's a great idea. I'll drive them away right now, so Father can behave himself."

The heir feels he may be the most ridiculous person in the world.

[The Evil Buddha of Supreme Bliss] · Complete

The Buddha does not speak. Each person must save themselves.

There is a place where, if you pay, a loving consort will lead you to supreme bliss.

Above that bliss, the Buddhas of the Three Ages cleanse away sin, their dharma bodies ever-present.

If gods and Buddhas truly exist in this world, she is selfless and compassionate, willing to sacrifice herself for you.

But she bears the world's wind and rain. Compared to the perfect false Buddha, she is even ugly and vulgar.

She is a mother.

[Silk Torn] · Complete

The silk tears, the final song ends, the guests depart, and the birds return to their nests.

In his original plan, he would offer the sleeping person wealth, power, and fame, then wait for him to awaken.

When he did, he would present him with the imperial seal, crown, and court officials, and make him king of the mortal world.

If he refused, he would hold all the people hostage and force him to rule the land.

For this purpose, he laid out the game of chess and wove his net, waiting.

When the king awoke, what reward would he grant him?

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On the night of the Lantern Festival, she sneaks out of the house, fascinated by the nine-foot-tall monk. Looking haggard, he clumsily waves a staff around. The staff whips through the air while the monk stumbles and pants. A few coins lie in his broken wooden bowl, and only a handful of people watch.

She stands there watching, fresh and lovely, and asks her maid, "Is performing tricks really so hard?"

He hears her and replies gruffly, "I'm sick. I'm not usually like this!"

Out of pity, the sheltered young lady gives him ten taels of silver.

Six months later, her father and brothers are murdered, her entire household is confiscated, the women are sold off by the authorities, and her mother smashes herself against the stele in the ancestral hall. She is stripped of her status and sold into slavery, bought by a brothel madam.

That monk travels a thousand li to rescue her. He slams down a stack of silver, smashing the sandalwood phoenix love seat in the pleasure house to pieces. His eyes blaze with fury. "So what if I'm a monk? A monk can buy a young lady too!"

He spends every last coin he has to redeem her and set her delicate body free, then rides day and night to escort her to the capital for her wedding.

Under the blazing sun, he scoops up some water, secretly plucks a lotus leaf, and holds it over her head. "Your skin is so delicate. Don't let the sun melt you. Amitabha. I've sinned by stealing."

On a bitterly cold night, he stands outside a ruined temple, leaning on his monk's staff like an arhat, while she sleeps by the fire inside. He chews on a dry flatbread to stave off his hunger.

As torrential rain pours down and the mountain path turns to mud, he lets her hold the umbrella and carries her through the flooded path one step at a time. His ears turn bright red as he chants, "Amitabha. Form is emptiness."

Through hardship after hardship, he finally brings her to the capital.

On her wedding day, he gets utterly drunk at an inn. Through his haze, he sees her in her wedding dress, breathtakingly beautiful, approaching with graceful steps. Thinking it another absurd dream, his heart is overcome by desire, and he can no longer restrain himself.

The next day, he wakes to find her cheeks flushed, her black hair disheveled, and the red of her wedding clothes in disarray all around them.

She props herself up on an elegant arm, her dark hair framing red lips, her eyes damp. "You taught me that if you want something good, you have to fight for it yourself. There is no jade-faced gentleman in my heart. The only one there is a towering arhat."

Theme: May the world know peace and prosperity, free from bandits and calamities, illness and disaster.