When the heavy rain washed away half of the wall of the mountain temple, revealing the crucified body under the wall, Yun Mingji was squatting on the threshold of Wuchang Pavilion counting copper coins. This is the third month since she took over Wuchang Pavilion, and there is only seven cents left in her account.
Everyone knows that Wuchang Pavilion specializes in "undercover cases" that ordinary sects dare not touch. The master of the pavilion, Yun Mingji, was once the top expert in the Ministry of Punishment. But no one knew that the scar on her left hand contained old case files from ten years ago, and no one knew that the sharp blade she dreamed about every night was hanging on the beam of Dali Temple in the capital.
A wealthy businessman in Suzhou turned to bones overnight, leaving a lotus petal with tooth marks on his pillow; brothers from the Cao gang disappeared one after another, and their bodies always appeared in the ancestral graves of their enemies; a noble concubine in the deep palace asked someone to deliver a message, saying that she was looking at her in reality with a knife raised in the bronze mirror... Strange things happened one after another.
Yun Mingji held the seven cents in his hand, looked at the client shaking like chaff in the hall, and then glanced at the mysterious young man sharpening his sword in the back hall. Rumor has it that she picked this boy up from a mass grave. He has lost his memory, but he is very good at martial arts.
"Took it." She put the copper coins into her sleeve pocket and turned the knife handle half a circle in her palm. The scar on the knife glowed coldly under the candlelight. "When investigating a case, don't hide when you see the official. Don't vomit when you see the corpse. When you see the gang..."
She paused, and a cold light suddenly appeared in her eyes: "Let me chop three times first."
The fog in the rivers and lakes, the rain in the court, are all hidden in the files of Wuchang Pavilion. And what she was looking for was never the truth, but the reason why the blood on the folding fan could finally dry up.
Purpose: In the disputes between rivers, lakes and courts in search of the truth, stick to inner morality and obsession.