When Jing Qi arrives, what he finds in Zhou Zishu’s residence is not a Zhou Zishu bedridden with some mysterious illness, nor is it a Zhou Zishu injured and incapacitated from one of his trips that Jing Qi knows absolutely nothing about.
Instead, what he finds is Zhou Zishu having a heated argument in broad daylight with a man in bright pink robes.
“I could--” the unfamiliar man makes a slashing gesture with his white paper fan “--take care of the problem.”
One morning, Zhou Zishu wakes up with a strange, unfamiliar light in his eyes and a shidi trailing after him like an overeager puppy. In a completely unrelated series of events, a lot of people, mostly corrupt officials, lords with more honor than sense, and court ladies that were bound to cause trouble, start dying of completely natural and explainable causes.
Jing Qi is determined to not find any connection between these two things at all.