Transmigrating to Become an Inspector Again

When they first met, he asked, “Your name is Song Xiaolou. What does it mean?”

Song Xiaolou rolled her eyes at him. “It comes from a line by Qin Guan: ‘A faint chill drifts up to the little tower.’ Never heard of it?”

He chuckled. “I haven’t. But the man had real talent. I like his poetry.” Song Xiaolou was surprised. “Why?”

He said, “Because I have another name: the master of Cloud-Hidden Manor. The world calls me Young Master Qinghan.”

Song Xiaolou kept a straight face, but inwardly cursed him a hundred times as a shameless, cunning rogue.

From treacherous palace intrigues and baffling cases to power struggles and bloodshed in the desert, he trusted her, protected her, and loved her.

When they met again, they were sworn enemies. He wanted to kill someone, but she protected that person at all costs.

He toyed with her, deceived her, hurt her, and hated her, yet promised that they would share life and death, and remain true to each other until their hair turned white.

With love this deep, the only choice was to hurt each other. He had calculated every move and never let a thing slip, yet she alone was the one who defeated him.