Candle Shadow Towards the Night

It was winter in the ninth year of Kaibao in the Song Dynasty. The founding emperor Zhao Kuangyin died in his Long Live Hall. That night, the candle shadow swayed, the ax sounded muffled, and the palace door was closed tightly. At dawn, sitting on the dragon throne was his biological brother. When the historian picked up his pen, he only dared to write two words: stroke. ——This is the mystery that no one can solve through the ages, "The Shadow of the Candle and the Sound of the Ax". An emperor who was on horseback knocked down 400 military states with his long fist. After half a month, he had a stroke and disappeared? All the nobles in the court pretended to be deaf and dumb. Three hundred miles away, a poor boy who had just buried his father sneered. Shen Yan was born with an eye for flaws. The footprints, the cold tea, the knife hidden under the smiling face, there was nothing he could not see through. A rusty sword, a circle of red rope, and a death knell revealed the monstrous secret that lay beneath that night: Who handed Zhao Kuangyin that fatal glass of wine? The Imperial City Secretary was waiting for him to move in the dark, and the people on the dragon throne were waiting for him to investigate. Everyone regarded him as a dead man in this killing game. Shen Yan wiped his sword and entered the capital. "I don't want anyone to pay for their lives. I just want people who pretend to be asleep to open their eyes and tell the truth about that night."