>I am Shen Yan, a small official on the border, who is responsible for horse manure at the post station.
>The third prince died suddenly at the inn under my jurisdiction, and the Criminal Department put shackles on me on the spot.
>"Sir," I wiped the rain from my face, "do you want to solve a major case?"
>That night I forged evidence to point to the prince and became the third prince's confidant.
>Three years later, the Seventh Prince rebelled, and the assassin's sharp blade was pressed against my throat: "Dog slave, do you still recognize this scar?"
>The skirt of my clothes was torn open, and a hideous scar penetrated my collarbone—it was the benefactor who saved me from the fire.
>He sneered: "Master asked me to ask you, is the poisoned wine ready?"
>The moonlight illuminated the cornices of the third prince's residence, and I opened the window.
Purpose: truth and rights