Banquet Black Archives

Everyone knows that the seventh prince Pei Xie is a useless person. He was frail and sick, his biological mother died young, and he lived like a transparent person in the palace. The prince beat his bodyguard to death in the street, and he knelt in a pool of blood without saying a word. The whole capital laughed at his cowardice. No one took him seriously. So when the emperor sent him to manage the archives, everyone took it for granted. There were only old files that had been gathering dust for decades, and the moldy files were piled up to the rafters. Even the mice found it deserted. Pei Xie looked through old cases every day, copied and wrote, and occasionally coughed up blood and did things that were incomprehensible - interceding for a crazy princess, collecting the bodies of executed servants, and speaking a word for a wrongly accused petty official. They were all trivial things, no one thought they meant anything. They didn't know what he saw when he looked through those old files. They didn't know what was hidden underneath his seemingly good-hearted heart. They didn't even know what the prince, who was regarded as a waste by everyone, would write page after page under the lamp when he returned to his deserted mansion every night. The capital city is in turmoil. The prince and the princes were fighting overtly and covertly, and various forces were surging under the court. Everyone was staring at the chair. No one glanced in the direction of Huangling Division. In the dusty archives room, the lights were always on.