I am the legitimate daughter of the Xie family who was raised in a deep boudoir. I died three years after entering the palace.
She was a seventh-grade county magistrate from a poor family. She was beaten to death by a mob six months after taking office.
A thunder split space and time, and I opened my eyes and became a female county magistrate who was stoned to death.
And she actually penetrated the body of my luxurious concubine.
In the court, she overturned the imperial case: "I want to thoroughly investigate the floods in the south of the Yangtze River!"
In the county government office, I broke the gavel and said, "From today on, I will teach you how to write a complaint."
The poisoned wine from the previous life reappeared on her desk, and the mob under my rule gathered outside the government office again.
On a rainy night, we exchanged evidence in a ruined temple.
She handed me the unfinished secret letter from my previous life: "Your death was not an accident."
I handed her half a volume of water control plans: "Your civil uprising was controlled by someone."
The torches of the pursuers illuminated the broken Buddha statue.
This time, the palace and the people join forces to overturn this cannibalistic chess game.
