Golden Needles and Jade Bones: The Forensic Poisoner Shakes the Imperial Court

When I transmigrated into the discarded daughter of a marquis's household, I was holding a knife and cutting open a corpse.

My stepmother ordered me to marry off in place of my legitimate elder sister to a frail young lord who wasn't expected to live three days.

On our wedding night, I cut open the young lord's chest and drove three golden needles into the meridians around his heart.

The guests, all waiting to collect his body, watched as the young lord sat up.

The Crown Prince mocked me in front of everyone: "A coroner's daughter dares to practice medicine?"

I cut open the corpse of a prince who had died suddenly. "Your Highness, does the taste of arsenic ring a bell?"

As he turned deathly pale, dropped to his knees, and begged for mercy, my golden needle was already at his throat.

"Shh. Next, it's time to examine the Crown Princess's 'sudden illness.'"

Behind me, the young lord chuckled. "My lady's hands are steadier when she examines corpses than when she was sticking needles into me last night."