I am the last spy of the Han Dynasty, codenamed "Suzaku".
On the first snowy night in the thirteenth year of Jian'an, Cao Cao's favorite counselor died in the locked study.
There was only a blood-stained gold hairpin from a bird—exactly the same as the one in the hair of my fiancée who disappeared three years ago.
Amidst the sound of chains on the bronze bird platform, the newly widowed Mrs. Zhen leaned on the railing and chuckled: "Did the messenger know that the deceased had been writing your name before he died?"
My hand turning over the file suddenly froze.
The dancer who drowned seven days ago, the general who set himself on fire three days ago, and the counselor now...
At the foot of all the corpses was a straw sparrow that was only found in my hometown.
When she sent me off to war, she bit my ear and said, "If you change your mind, I will nail a token of love to the corpse of every heartless person."
But I remember that she had already died in the outpost beacon fire of the Battle of Chibi.
Unless...
The ball of paper held by the severed hand in the coffin is revealing a corner of the heartless poem written by me.
