Conspiracy Is Endless

[At the gambling table, Xiao Wujiu lost another thirty taels of silver—this was the seventh time today that he deliberately exposed his flaws. Every object opened a crack in his memory: the red sandalwood dice cup was soaked in the cold sweat of the eunuchs of the previous dynasty, and the gambler's jade pendant retained the secret words of powerful officials. The bloodline of the Thousand-Year-Old Imperial Mausoleum was burning on his spine day and night, and the seven-fold killing plan laid out by the chief minister of the current dynasty had reached the third stage. "Brother Xiao can't even hold a dice firmly?" When the medical woman's silver needle pricked the poisonous insect in his sleeve, her fingertips traced the knife mark from the criminal department's murder case three years ago. In the medicine pouch on her waist, there was Li Hun San that could poison half the capital. Who is closing the net in this bet? In the puzzle of life and death, the most fatal thing is never the exhaustion of all mechanisms, but the sudden blindness of the eyes when the truth is exposed...