Ten years ago, the entire Shen family was slaughtered. She survived by hiding among the corpses.
Ten years later, she became the coroner Shen Qing. Wherever her blade pointed, it exposed a wrongful case!
A seamstress was burned to death in a locked room? She examined the body and uncovered the truth: “She wasn’t burned alive. She was poisoned first, then someone set the fire!”
A scholar drowned in a dried-up pond? She tracked down the mastermind: “It was water-borne poison! Someone’s trying to frame the Shen family with their secret medicine!”
The Noble Consort suffered a miscarriage and blamed her maternal relatives? She stormed into the palace to examine the body: “The fetus’s bones are abnormal. She was poisoned over a long period!”
Xiao Jue, Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, fixed his gaze on her. “Shen Qing, how does a coroner know so much?”
Shen Yanqiu sneered and drew her knife. “Because I’m the last survivor of the Shen family, the daughter of the disgraced official you accused of ‘colluding with the enemy and producing forbidden drugs’!”
He held one half of the tiger tally; she carried ten years of vengeance.
When the secret of the empress using living people to make medicine came to light, and he confessed, “My mother’s death was connected to your family,” Shen Yanqiu finally understood:
Every corpse in this capital was crying out for justice; every corner of imperial power was soaked in blood.
