I transmigrated into the role of a low-ranking Qin official. The first case I took on was the mysterious death of a convict laborer at Mount Li.
> During the autopsy, I found the mark of the Meng family's private soldiers branded on the victim's arm, while half of a jade pendant left at the scene pointed to a powerful family in Xianyang.
> That night, the Court of Judicial Review sent a secret order: "Treat this case as an accident. Do not investigate further."
> I quietly put the order away and continued my investigation.
> When a censor suddenly arrived to inspect, I presented my autopsy records in court: "The victim did not die by accident, but was murdered. There are marks of strangulation on his neck, and gold dust in his fingernails."
> The envoy from Xianyang sprang to his feet and slammed the table. "Are you looking to rebel?"
> I unrolled the bamboo slips of Qin law. "The Great Qin was founded on the law. An official who fails to investigate a crime is guilty of complicity."
> The next day, my promotion order arrived. But from the convicts, I learned that every victim had once worked on a section of the imperial mausoleum.
> As I put on my new official robes, I gazed into the depths of Mount Li. What lies buried there: the First Emperor's eternal legacy, or the coffin of a collapsing Qin dynasty?