Xiao Jingming, the most idle prince in the Xuan Dynasty, had a lifelong ambition to eat and die.
He was deceived by his bad friend to go to the "Drunken Immortal Tower", but ended up being involved in the murder of an oiran.
A room full of dignitaries gathered around the new champion, and only the little detective in the corner was doing the autopsy.
He was about to escape, but was stopped by a petite figure: "My lord, stay! Your sleeves are stained with the blood of the deceased."
Xiao Jamming looked at his rich brocade sleeve robe: "... Can I wash it off?"
Lin Xiaoxiao took out a small notebook: "No, this is physical evidence. Please cooperate with the investigation."
The second corpse of an oiran appeared that night. The powder in his sleeves was the same as the blood stains on Xiao Jingming's sleeves.
He pinched the powder and sighed: "Is this king's leisure time completely wasted?"
Lin Xiaoxiao tiptoed and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry! When I become the number one female head catcher, I will definitely clear your name!"
Intent: In the dark confusion woven by power, only with tenacious will, immortal conscience and sincere connection as the light can we penetrate the dust of history and the fog of reality, pursue the buried truth, and finally achieve individual redemption and reconciliation in the process of fighting fate and breaking class barriers.