In the eighteenth year of Anyang, one hundred and eighty people from the Linmen Escort Bureau were all massacred in an unknown place deep in the forest.
Lin Xieyu, the only daughter of the Lin family, died with a silver hairpin in the heavy rain along with the real murderer.
In the next life, everyone said: destiny is destined by heaven, and it cannot be done against the will of heaven.
——But Lin Xieyu didn't believe it.
The young Marquis of Linghou Mansion is proud and dignified, like a ostentatious peacock.
Lin Xieyu looked disgusted on the surface, but her calculations were rattling in her heart.
Although they are sworn enemies and the little Marquis is annoying in his arrogance, he can still be used to solve the case.
But I never thought that this use would last a lifetime.
Intention: independence