On the documents of Dali Temple, every corpse is a testimony of an old case.
Officials died suddenly, covered with purple spots; corpses were hidden in the cold palace, holding bronze mirrors; plague was rampant, and poison patterns were like curses.
Chu Youan, the newly appointed Shaoqing of Dali Temple, has an unkind "green frost sword".
The official robes are neat and tidy, and the eyebrows are as sharp as razors. When he writes and approves the case, even the candlelight is stagnant.
Until a handyman who had just entered Dali Temple a few days ago pushed open the door of the autopsy room and opened the folding fan in his hand.
"Master Chu, do you need help?"
"Yan Huitang, whose identity is unknown but is proficient in Gu magic in southern Xinjiang, lives in the market but has old grudges with the palace people... Who are you?"
It is the truth that we have been searching for, the murderer, and the only witness.
When the new emperor's decree of "I love you so much, I don't need to investigate anymore" comes into effect
"You can't understand this case." Yan Huitang rubbed the bronze mirror of evidence and suddenly sneered, "Just like eight years ago, no one investigated the fire in Leng Palace."
Imaginary ancient times, suspense, conspiracy, fantasy
The arrogant iceberg gentleman attacks x the frivolous beauty Gu Master Shou
Intent: Power and curse come from the same source, only true love can break fate