Notes from the Concubine

Su Ci, the youngest widow of the Dayin Dynasty, discovered a shocking secret while collecting his father's body - there were shards of royal gold foil hidden under the fatal strangulation marks. Xiao Jingheng, the head of the Prison Department, broke into the door holding a black iron ruler and took her to the mortuary in the name of the "red book" handed down from her ancestors. When Su Sha laid her hands to reveal the true identity of the corpse, she used the length of fly maggots to determine the time of death, and used the residue in the stomach to locate the real murderer. However, she pieced together the fragments of the murder case twenty years ago from the serial bones case. The cold-faced prince's ruler mechanism hides the star map of the imperial mausoleum, and every knock is a countdown to death. "A girl's ability to do an autopsy is not as good as her ability to calculate people's hearts." Xiao Jingheng threw the blood-stained gambling card on the desk, behind him was the exploded saltpeter warehouse and the third prince's twisted laughter. Su Ci swallowed the spicy ginger pill in her throat, and the silver needle opened the throat bone of the last corpse - half of a jade pendant engraved with a double-headed chi's kiss pattern was embedded there, which fit perfectly with the relics of Xiao Jingheng's biological mother. The sharpest knife in the dynasty and the most persistent knife holder tore the bloody truth between the autopsy sheet and the guilty verdict. When the new emperor broke the black iron ruler with his own hands, Su Ci walked into the Historiographer's Bifeng with the modified red book of his works. The title page was a rubbing of an old injury on Xiao Jingheng's left arm, winding like the three-finger silhouette illuminated by the palace lantern on a rainy night twenty years ago.