After the autopsy and bone examination, the deceased smiled at me——
I am the granddaughter of Song Jing, Jingzhao of the Tang Dynasty, but I am not allowed to enter the public family because I am a woman.
He could only stay anonymous in Chang'an West City and rely on his grandfather's letters to examine the cause of death in exchange for some living money.
On that day, the county magistrate Wannian's daughter died suddenly, and all the officials in the yamen said that "the windstorm broke out."
When I visited the mourning hall at night to conduct an autopsy, I discovered that the patterns of gold and silver threads between her fingernails were the same as those on the county magistrate's official robe.
Just as I was about to leave with my certificate, the gentle voice of the county magistrate came from behind me:
"Ms. Song, do you know why I allow you to see me now?"
