It's Bright All Night

In the twelfth year of Yonglong, the most powerful sword in the imperial capital was not the Xiuchun knife of Jin Yiwei, but the eyes of Zhao Xingsi Shen Zhao. She can "read the scroll" - at the cost of her life, she can read all the last memories of the wronged soul, holding the law like a blade. The world calls her the "living punishment code", fears her and hates her. Until she saw a dazzling blank in the "iron scroll" of the prince's rebellion case. There was no evidence of guilt there, only a fleeting smile when the chief minister and the new emperor looked at each other. "This case is settled, Chief Shen can seal it." The chief assistant's voice was as gentle as the old teacher. Shen Zhao lowered his head and said, "My lord, please open a 'public trial'." At that moment, Prince Xiao Jue raised his eyes from behind the bead curtain. He waited for seven years and finally waited for the knife to start cutting at the person holding the knife. From then on, there were no gentlemen in the Jinluan Palace, only gamblers. She used the law as a bargaining chip and made a desperate move; he used the country as a chess game and stayed with him until the end. The spirit of the law was dying, and they must find a way to rekindle its spark in the ruins, before the imperial power could. "Shen Zhao, do you want to be a saint holding a ruler, or a hero holding a sword?" Xiao Jue held his hand against her blood-stained blade amid the sound of rain. "I want this ruler to measure all the injustice in the world." She looked at the brightening sky, "I also want this sword to open a path for future generations that will not be swallowed by darkness again." This is a war for the soul of the law. If you win, the law will return to the hearts of all people; if you lose, justice will always be a prisoner of authority. And their biggest bet is that when they stand with their backs to each other, they still believe that the other will guard the darkness behind them before dawn.