Madam Detective

Jing Yi felt that there could not be a more miserable groom in the world than himself—setting a wedding date in a prison cell, investigating a murder case in the bridal chamber, and chasing after the murderer during the honeymoon... Even more frustrating was that his childhood sweetheart, now his wife, seemed to have ulterior motives towards him

This would be tolerable, but what is most detestable is that the immediate superior actually engages in "personal vendettas," assigning him case files that are thicker than the last, with each case being more troublesome than the one before

This life is simply unbearable

How could he, the distinguished Deputy Minister of the Dali Temple, young and accomplished, with an elegant demeanor and the esteemed title of "The Mind-Reading Young Master," be intimidated by such trivial matters

What? Cause of death unknown? No problem, the coroner has his wife; What? The suspect has fled? No problem, the investigation has his wife; What? The suspect is highly skilled in martial arts? ... No problem, capturing people has his wife ...

Finally, the lady was furious: I have done everything, so what use are you?!

Jing Yi smiled lightly, touched the messy hair that had been shaved by the assailant, and said: "My usefulness is great—loving you, pampering you, nurturing you, for three lifetimes and three worlds"