In the morgue, I pinched the throat of the corpse and chuckled:
"Queen, this poisonous powder made of dragon-patterned clay can only be fired in the palace of the Third Highness."
The corpse of the prince next door suddenly made a noise - he died on the eve of poisoning by one of his own people.
The queen asked me to verify the truth with red eyes.
Nine thousand years old, but late at night, a gold hairpin was sent to him: if he proves it is false, he will reward you with his whole body.
I dissected the body of the Queen Mother and found out who was behind it.
When the new emperor's sword rests on the nine thousand year old's neck,
He knelt in front of me and said, "I have been undergoing bone examination for ten years. I just ask you to take a look at me."
I stepped on his hand and laughed: "Go away, don't dirty my scalpel."
